Digging back into All The Roads Home at Long Wharf Theatre, for the CAV Festival. This time we’re joined by the fabulous Jean Rohe, musician and favorite MacDowell discovery. (There’s always one, every time…) Meanwhile, director Lee Sunday Evans is both picturesque, and working hard:
Pool, comma, SHARKSSSSS. Last night we sharked some more, tonight we open.
Halfway through previews, and remembering back in the day, all those many lifetimes ago, when we were still in the rehearsal room… and (apparently) looking pensive.
On the walk back from Cincy Playhouse last night, after Preview 1. It’s suddenly summer again, the blossoms have made it, and Benadryl the cat is in fine form, at top volume.
I know you went from 75 degrees to a snowstorm, but hang in there…
…means time to make some food and lay down some tracks. (My area of responsibility resides in the eating of the food, and has nothing whatsoever to do with the tracks.)
Another day, another state, another moment in which Daniel Kluger teaches actors our strange and twisted songs.