I am not a person who likes being on a stage. In groups of more than 2 people, I attempt to become one with the back row. (OK, maybe 10 people. Being in a TV writers’ room has trained me for the better.) But the Lillys are an amazing celebration of women in theatre, of women creating networks of advocacy and support, of allies who show up to do the same. And if you’re going to fly back for an evening in NYC, the best company for that evening would be a room of playwright ladies like Marsha Norman, Julia Jordan, Sarah Ruhl, Jocelyn Bioh, and many many others.
Last night of PHOEBE!
When Mike Donahue’s coffee, fruit, and sandwich are not available for my creative marauding, there is no choice but to turn his flesh into art. They don’t call him Old Elephant Hands for nothing! Every night after the show, the stage is a wash of bloody bathwater, meat, and peas. And then our heroic team of PAs and stage management make it presentable again…
No sandwich? No problem, Mike Donahue. As you turn away to give notes to the actors, your unguarded fruit will suffice. After our run-through, we head to the Biergarten to listen to the playlist our sound designer Stowe Nelson has cooked up.And now that PHOEBE is about to head into tech…I’m heading to Texas for a few days at Kitchen Dog Theater, with the NNPN Conference. Homeland of all cowboy boots!