Physics of a Pie-angle

1. Attend Death of American Centaur at Ars Nova featuring Youngblood luminary Alex Borinsky. 
2. Do not leave the theater when an actor announces that he will pay you back for your ticket if you’d prefer to take a walk outside.
3. Enjoy the scene where the company uses two whipped cream pies to induce tension into a heart to heart between Biff & Happy (seriously, the other brother in Death of a Salesman is named Happy?). Realize that every play could probably be better with two actors standing by with pies waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
4. At intermission, when the actors lay down a tarp and announce that the audience is welcome to pie actors or each other, turn to RJ Tolan and newly minted YBer Clare Barron and nod in unison. Attempt to convince Meghan Deans. Fail.
5. Clamber onto that tarp and stand in a rough triangle.

6. On the count of three, smash that pie into your assigned person’s face.

7. Realize that the whipped cream is actually shaving cream when you accidentally taste some.
8. Try to clean your face. Fail.
9. Turn back to see Meghan Deans from her pie-free seat in the audience with a Cheshire cat grin and an absurdly clean face.
10. Watch the rest of the play knowing that this evening was well worth that crumpled ten dollar bill.

Death of American Centaur

One night, in McCoy's, a couple of Youngblooders were bemoaning the endless series of readings and reading workshops that stud the new play landscape like ghost towns in a Western desert. You can "read" a play to death, can't you? Sometimes you just need to do the play.

This is an early pitch for Youngblood's Unfiltered series, and it's also a reminder that Rob Askins' Hand to God is happening soon.

But there's a second part of the story. "What if we did readings of classic plays, y'know? Just as a weird kind of revenge." "Yeah, we could do Death of a Salesman." "Yeah!" "Yeah. Yeah. Let's workshop the hell out of that play. You know? Cause in the end it'd be... it'd be.... Yeah. It'd be a really good play, still. Hm." And then we trailed off.

Well, Youngblood was smart enough to stop there. American Centaur, the company that's remaking American theater and human life as we know it, was dumb enough to keep going. Death of American Centaur is revenge and tribute -- a desperate plea from the pimply guy at the middle school dance, asking the gorgeous cheerleader (Arty Miller) on a date.

Also, American Centaur is the beloved group of lovely people I spend a lot of time making theater with. We have a lot of fun together, and want to include you.

Come check it out -- Death of American Centaur @ ArsNova's ANT Fest, Saturday, October 22nd, 8 o'clock. Tickets are $10.