City Recital Hall, April 23 It is no coincidence that the twentieth century’s two decades of greatest creative eruption, the 1920s and 1960s, were also its most decadent. Art and decadence are candid about their affair. Only wowsers think it illicit. Or wowsers and Nazis. During the Weimar Republic’s 14…
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Readers who are vaguely curious about my writing outside of being a music or theatre critic may be interested in two forthcoming play-readings. This Saturday my play The Last Drop is being read, and on Saturday April 27 it is the turn of Guilt. The Last Drop is set in a future…
Playhouse, April 3, 2013 “I am lonely,” cries the creature to its maker, Victor Frankenstein, and that torment is the lighting bolt animating this brilliant production. Occasionally script, director, actors and design are as one, and theatre becomes powerfully confronting. This was such a night. Against the odds playwright Nick…