On Forgetting Your Lines…

The opening night audience, all a-flutter with anticipation, arrives at what is known as the summation scene of a mystery thriller, the famous detective having cleverly solved what was heretofore a thorny puzzle.    He meticulously lays out the clues and their natural conclusion, the culprit is apprehended, and lights come up, and everyone goes home …

Acting 101: For All of Us

Here’s what actors do, in one way or another.  Imaginatively, they work to enter the experience of a person, a character, imagining circumstances, beliefs, thought-life, sensory preferences, histories of relationships, and perhaps most importantly, what their particular characters are hungry for, long for, and have been living without.   They then shift their physical and emotional …

Humor Abuse: See It at The Seattle Rep

I'm not really a clown kind of guy, but years ago, back in the 80's, I spent a memorable evening of theatre in the presence of one of the best.  Avner the Eccentric, he called himself, and I remember laughing as hard as I have ever laughed that night.  You know the kind of laugh …

Friday Night Lights: Sorry to See You Go…

That football sailing through last-minute skies landing months down the road in the arms of a future worth far more than six points and a ring: a new personal favorite story moment that encapsulates so much of what I loved about Friday Night Lights. I liked the first film, especially (spoilers ahead), the gritty ending. …

Improvisation, Freedom, and The Will to be Yourself

"In a self-protection mode, we are not truly free to teach, learn, create, improvise, or love." In going through some old papers the other day, I came across a remarkable little article by Dennis B. Plies, a professor of music at Warner Pacific College, in which Professor Plies addresses improvisation.  The title of the article …

Three Tall Women Demonstrate Why Art Matters

At 7:15 p.m. on this Wednesday evening I was in a bit of a huff.  Mad, actually, because I couldn't find a parking place.  I hate to pay for parking.  And usually there's a spot lurking somewhere west of Seattle Center.  But not tonight.   I finally gave up, parked and payed, and headed across the …

The American Clock

I've got to get out more. Last night, I trekked downtown to small venue I'd never been to before, one of the performing spaces for Cornish School of the Arts (it may be the only one...I don't know).   I went to see the opening of The American Clock, by Arthur Miller, directed by Carol Roscoe.   …