His contemporaries left silhouettes of incenerated ashes, others have more recently been unearthed long after their heyday, for years burried under piles bullshit they inundated each other with. He immortalized himself, a self-sculpted bronze statue still standing. Andy Warhol the central figure of the New Wave Pop Art movement did not plan to die; loath... Continue Reading →
Carnal Beat, Alchemist Theatre, Another Tale of Eddie
Without actually smelling it, the stench of stale beer permeated Eddie's crap-hole apartment. Petty thieves, smart alec jerks, low-life amateur cons, and shape-shifters, litter the neighborhood that starts when you enter the Alchemist Theatre. It's dingy. It's plastered with aerosol tags and shitty band posters, were you just there or are you here? The Bowery... Continue Reading →
The Rote and the Writer, Alchemist Theatre, True West
Austin (Jason Will) has stolen away to the desert to have a stand-off with his typewriter, struggling to coax his next screenplay on to the blank leafs rolling through its paper carriage. He's somewhere deep in the Southwest, house-sitting while his mother is on vacation. Even if his writing becomes more of a plow, he... Continue Reading →
Grotesque Couture, Quasimondo Physical Theatre, Buboes
An old worn monsieur hobbles forward, eccentric and slightly obsessive, gathering refuse of interest along his way. The lines in his face trace a life of difficulty, all the same to him. Fitting of late medieval times, a woman nurses a babe coarsely, holding it by the neck to her bosom. She meets an unseen... Continue Reading →
No Doze, Suicide Sleep, Alchemist Theatre
He has that tortured look on his face. Rick (Joshua Devitt) sits up from his bed in the middle of night, intimately bothered. The rowdy neighbors give him plenty of reason to fix his face to glare at nothing in particular. The bass is pounding from a sound system next door, and he wonders how... Continue Reading →
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