I HATED The Wiz. Absolutely hated it. I still don’t know why. I was nine when I saw it and there was nothing to not like. It was colorful, it was loud, the music was (mostly) happy. For the life…
(I don’t write reviews but I was so enthralled with The Night of the Iguana – presented by the American Repertory Theater and now playing at the Loeb Drama Center – that I wanted to make sure I wrote my feelings…
1977 is a year I’ve almost completely wiped from my memory. August was an especially intense month. Groucho Marx died on August 22nd. Sebastian Cabot died on August 19th. But the most memorable day in August of 1977 was the 16th:…
So I have a new project: Collecting old Playbills. But only those from shows I actually saw live. I’m TERRIBLE at saving things and didn’t have any Playbills from the many shows I’ve seen over the years EXCEPT for those…