I wonder what all of those people who wrote all of those doom and gloom articles and posts about New York City being dead are doing these days? Writing retractions? Finding some other negativity to spew into the world? Who, in their right mind, would bet against this town that is home to the scrappiest, most resourceful, and creative individuals that can be amassed in one place?
This past week we crept back, getting close to hitting our pre-pandemic numbers for theater attendance. As an exercise in collective effervescence the more people that are in the group for our audiences the higher the energy and the more rewarding the experience. This is a good and lovely thing and nothing makes me happier than energy bouncing around on the sidewalk as we prepare to enter the theater.
On the evening of August 4th, 2021 at 8pm Stacie (my GYGG partner in chief) and I had the good fortune to GO back to BROADWAY. Doors that had been shuttered for some 500 days were flung wide open at the August Wilson Theater to welcome us and our fellow giddy audience members back to the theater in the form of a play called Pass Over….
There were 70 of us gathered Thursday night (just rows from mother/daughter duo Chelsea and Hillary) for three hours to remember why it is we go to the theater. If you happen to be on the hunt for some reasons why one should go to see live theater, you can find about 3,000 of them on stage now at The Ferryman….
Throughout the experience that is Harry Potter and the Cursed Child my brain kept drifting to the thought that Harry Potter and his son Albus would be well advised to grab Draco Malfoy and his son Scorpius and go see Dear Evan Hansen together. A viewing of this show might have offered some pre-emptive strategies for these fathers and sons to better navigate their relationships and consider one another’s father and son perspective.
A crappy duplex basement apartment in Chinatown with a curious lightbulb situation. Ninety minutes of almost every possible human trial and tribulation (seriously so many – check it out – I made a list below) packed into one Thanksgiving dinner served on paper plates. A family of four glued together with the power of unconditional love…