Like most actors who have been in this industry for 25 years, Keith Hamilton Cobb, who opens this Friday in his play American Moor, has his share of audition horror stories. But one particular audition really got under his skin.
Archives for July 14, 2015
Funeral services being held July 17 for writer Sydney-Chanele Dawkins
On July 8, 2015, Sydney-Chanele Dawkins, film maker, film producer, theatre/film critic and arts writer, died at the age of 47. It is a tragic loss for her family, her abundant friends and followers and her colleagues at DCMetroTheaterArts, for whom she wrote interviews and reviews since 2012.
Ambien Date Night at Capital Fringe
If you’re a sleep-walker and have woken up in the middle of the night and gone on a date with a crush as your alter-ego, then Ambien Date Night by Jessica Erin Bylander will be sure to bring back some fond memories. If not, go find yourself some Ambien and see for yourself. Or don’t. […]
The Eulogy at Capital Fringe
Go see The Eulogy. Right now. What are you doing? Why are you still reading? For every minute you spend not seeing The Eulogy, you’re missing out on easily the funniest thing you’ll see at this year’s Fringe Fest, or maybe just this year period.
God: The One-Man Show at Capital Fringe
The God of Heaven, by whatever name, is the Creator of the Universe, the Unmoved Mover, the Uncaused Cause, the Inventor of time and the Proclaimer of the laws of physics. We do not know for certain that God exists but if there is a God it is one that is vaster than our imaginations.
Girl with Two Belly Buttons at Capital Fringe
What if you could have a heart-to-heart with yourself thirty earlier younger? Thirty years older? What if you could finally ask the younger you just what the hell you were thinking on the verge of a major life mistake?
Brothel at Capital Fringe
“Words don’t matter, it’s what they mean that counts,” says (though I may be slightly paraphrasing) a worldly, French-speaking prostitute in a legal brothel in North Dakota. That isn’t the start of a joke; it’s a crucial line from Brothel by Isa Seyran, a new work offered at Capital Fringe.