Attending a reading of “My Name is Asher Lev” reminded me that art is about truth and truth can be ugly and lonely.
Monica is the kind of performer that can make material seem better than it is. She’s a sweet, funny, joyous human and I’m grateful for the time I’ve had with her.
Like I said, I can’t wait to see what she does in NYC.
About a year ago, I saw Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog at Funhouse Lounge. The man playing Dr. Horrible was good. He was really good. So good that I went from repeating my usual “I could do it better” in my head to having to admit that he was capable of things I wasn’t.
My date told me that he was exactly the kind of friend I needed to make in the Portland theater community. I laughed.
Tonight, I got to see him perform this role again and as close as we have become since then, I saw his character and not him on that (beautifully tiny) stage.
I consider this our friend anniversary until I take the time to find the exact date, Isaac. I love you, dude.
With so many good shows available, I fail to understand why musical theater leans so heavily on this “canon” that’s filled with shallow characters, bad storytelling, and problematic portrayals of race (usually this translates to “all white people, all the time,” but when it doesn’t you get Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s levels of offensive).
I realize that a lot of this is because the audience will pay money to watch these terrible old shows over and over again, but that older audience is shrinking and you’re not going to pull in a new generation with these sorts of confections.
I recently finished performing in the world premiere of the musical, “Soul Harmony.” It’s the story of what is arguably the first R&B group, Sonny Til and the Orioles. I ended up playing the “heavy” a lot in this show and tried to add a few touches to make these various, small roles a little more interesting.