It was Emerson, who wrote: “If the whole of history is in one man, it is all to be explained from individual experience.” Well, if that one man was Lee Harvey Oswald, then it’s his lunch hour experience on Friday November 22, 1963, that might explain the dreadful path our country has since taken.
Director Haley Murphy and young playwright Emma Choi talk about their Fringe show. How did you two meet? Haley Murphy: Across a crowded elementary school gym. Emma was my stage manager when she was in 6th grade Emma Choi: We were doing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
I first heard Toni Rae Salmi sing at the 2012 Capital Fringe Festival. The show was Cabaret XXX: Love The One You’re With, the second in a much-loved series of annual rock cabarets by Pinky Swear Productions, and the infamous Fort Fringe Baldacchino Tent Bar was on fire.
Back in early November of 2016, Theatre Prometheus was trying to choose between several strong, gripping stories for our Fringe play. We were split on which to choose.
Echoes by N. Richard Nash, is the story of two very real people who deeply love each other despite their struggles with mental illness.
For two years, I had performed my one-man show, Hey, Hey, LBJ! in San Francisco, on 42nd Street in New York, in Washington DC (where it got a rave review in the Washington Post), in New Orleans and in Sydney, Australia. Hey, Hey, LBJ! is about my year as an army combat correspondent in Vietnam, and […]
We like to pretend that the rise of social media has forever changed America’s relationship to celebrity culture. That somehow Facebook and Twitter have ripped our Hollywood icons from their private lives and subjected them to unprecedented public scrutiny. I say, come meet my friend Clara Bow.
Tell us about the moment when you said to yourself: “I just have to do this!” Michael E. Hammond: I woke up at 4 in the morning. And probably all the usual clichés applied: “jarred awake,” “bathed in sweat,” “alone,” “heart racing.” But those are clichés, so ignore them. But I thought: “What about a play where a fallen […]
Zack Walsh and David Koenigsberg have their way with our questions. Well now, really, what did we expect from two guys who titled their show I’m Margaret Thatcher, I Is!
This show came from a desire to create a mood and an experience for the audience without wholly relying on the traditional storytelling arc. So much of American theater is in the head, the expected point-by-point storytelling pattern that we see over and over again on stage, in television, and in movies. This play was […]
Have you ever walked down the sidewalk and felt someone watching you as you pass? Have you ever been in a grocery store and noticed that someone just happens to be going down the same aisle as you over and over again? Have you ever been in a park and had someone shout something sexually […]
HOWL in the Time of Trump is my third poetry-in-performance solo piece. First, there was Poe’s most mystical poetic pieces, performed with music and images. Then came Whitman’s Song of Myself, performed with original music and film. Now, I’m doing Allen Ginsberg’s famous 1956 protest poem against a patriarchal, heterosexually monogamous America.