by Christine Shan Shan Hou Four women rise from the front row of the theater, shrouded in long, dark hair. They make high-pitched ghostlike moans and wails while slithering onto the stage. It’s a chilling ...
This just about sums up my energetic reserves of late. (The girl, not the bear.) But. Monday night I made it out to see Target Margin Theater’s latest production, Uncle Vanya, and thank goodness. I ...
Hi All. Apologies for things being so quiet on the P Club front. I moved this week and have been in a haze of boxes and contractors and blah blah blah … So I wasn’t, ...
I feel like there should be some clever play on words here I could make involving May flowers, but I can’t quite … Oh well. Anyway: Happy May, everyone! This month, in addition to our ...
My experience of Borrowed Prey was bracketed by scent. I walked into Dickson’s Farmstand Meats for Friday’s P. Club outing worrying about what odors were waiting for us. And when I walked out, an hour ...
I can’t remember the first Richard Maxwell song I heard. But I do remember, and clearly, how I felt when his New York City Players massed on the stage and lifted their voices—those oh-so-vulnerable, unladen ...
By Sarah Maxfield Like many dancers, I grew up in ballet studios full of Degas posters. I have one in my apartment even now. It is from an exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art ...
@kathleenmeaghan @alykid I feel so...unevolved...