Is the theatre really dead?

Or do we just wish it were?

Maybe we should call the good doctor who helps suffering souls out of their misery....


I saw a girl tonight who reminded me of Viola.  I wondered if she'd slept with her dad.  Then I decided that, no, she probably had not. lol.  But that she was liekly a little bit of a rebel and definitely sexually precocious.

Then she was a total asshole on her iphone during then second act and I had to 'speak' to her in my teacher voice, which made me feel a hundred years old.

Tonight's show sparked two warring ambitions within me;

One:  To be the best fucking teacher\director of youth theatre that I can be!  to inspire and instruct, to coach and to guide, to make quality work with eager yound minds and budding yound talent.

and TWO:  To never, ever, ever, EVER do another theatre endeavor EVER EVER again. 

It was that kinda show.  The kind that makes me question why we (theatre artists\educators) do what we do.  Why do we bother?  Christ.  People on phones, people checked-out, kids with no energy, performers with little to no talent....

But then I think of kids like my husband, for whom that rinky-dink little theatre experience changed his life for the better in almost every way.  Kids who've gained confidence and made friendships, and learned infinitely more about themselves by being part of a production than they ever could in a classroom or twittering on their little devices, and I guess that's why.  I guess that's why we do it.

But it feels, i gotta say, like a waste of fucking time, sometimes.




I have three shows coming up this spring!  **Big smile and jazz hands**