Can you hear that? It's not the sound of thunder. It's the clamoring sound of the regret you will feel if you miss the FINAL NIGHT OF BLOODWORKS 2012.
We've got deft Clare Barron at 7 PM, and the incomparable Angela Hanks at 9 PM. And this is your last chance to see an Angela Hanks play at Youngblood.
You know what that means folks? That means you get out your galoshes & you head right on over to EST. 549 W. 52nd Street. We'll be waiting for you with ice cold beers and vodka tonics.
Did I mention there may even be a glamorous late Monday night foot-stomping, theater-shaking dance party? Oh. Well there is that. And according to theater guru, Todd London, American theater could use a few more dance parties.
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Monday, June 25, 2012
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Blogging Bloodworks: STIFF by Ryan Dowler
I’ve only taken out one personal ad in my life.
It happened before I was old enough to drink.
“SWM (19) seeking Anne Frank type (18-30) who has
slept on the airport floor. Must be willing to talk about Ralph Nader. Corduroy
a plus.”
I had left the BFA Acting Program at Ole Miss to
work at a McDonalds in Iowa and couldn’t afford to pay the fee to use the phone
system the newspaper had set up to track personal ad responses.
The ad was terribly earnest but posing as
tongue-in-cheek. I was coming out of a summer of deep, pathetic Anne Frank
affection spent reading the diary and the Miep Gies book among others and I
used to lie awake sure that we would have been soul mates, the way I guess some
15-year-old girls probably do.
As far as the note about sleeping on the airport
floor – I was in love with the 20-somethings I would see sleeping on the
airport floor in between flights to this or that romantic foreign country. I
realize now that having given up a scholarship to work at a McDonalds, I
probably would have hated these people who were actually probably like the only
character from GIRLS that I can’t stand. The newspaper actually misprinted this
part. The published ad requested someone who had “slipped” on the
airport floor.
Anyway, it was the discovery of this hilarious old artifact
in a box nearly a decade after the newspaper had printed it that inspired this
play.
by
Ryan Dowler
Diana Ruppe
Wednesday, June 6, 2012, 7 PM
549 West 52nd Street, 2nd Floor
(between 10th & 11th Aves)
(between 10th & 11th Aves)
A bromance about dying that features neither sickness nor death.
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