So. Late August, around the time of my last post, I forgot to make the customary observance about having maintained a blog for one year and what I've learned and experienced as a human being and so forth. Part of the reason was sheer bloody inertia. I was experiencing the combined excitement and fear of a new fall season and the mountains of freelance work—besides my pressing TONY duties—I'd have to devote energy to. Then, after the seasonal panic subsided, I surfed around to other blogs, procrastinated some more and still felt bored and anxious and void of thoughts.
Not that you asked, but, well...
Truth is, I'm darned tired! All this reviewing, essaying, deadlines, seeing Clarinatrix concerts, seeing stuff just 'cause I should.
Then there's that whole, you know, being a frustrated writer in an, um, creative sense. That sort of raging against shadows takes lots of free time.
Anyway, if you missed me, thanks!
Here's some stuff:
I'm Facebooking now.
I've got an essay on Conor McPherson's spine-tingling Shining City in this.
I reviewed McKellen's King Lear recently here and on NY1.
Tomorrow at 6:30pm at CUNY's Graduate Center, I'm moderating a Prelude ’07 panel on how/why playwrights and downtown companies aren't properly represented at our major nonprofit institutions. It took Elevator Repair Service 16 freaking years to premiere a play at an Off-Broadway venue (New York Theatre Workshop, this spring). What is up with that?