January
14 2016
As a kid I had my share of tredding the boards at the local theatre. I never made it to the lead role – I was usually cast as the ‘character’ or anything involving a liberal serve of musical ham – think Eliza Doolittle’s Dad in Pygmalion, the Girl Who Couldn’t Say No in Oklahoma, or The Drunk in Ibsen’s The Insect Play. There was that one time I was cast in the romantic lead as Wendy in Peter Pan ( though wearing a Grandma nightie on stage isn’t all that flattering). But it WAS theatre, and it was dazzling. Continue Reading →