Since the start of fall, I’ve been trying something new:Every Monday evening, along with some improv friends, we invite anyone interested to join us in the basement of Barlone for an improv workshop.
Another Surprise Culture Night!I've mentioned before that I sometimes go listen to poetry in a cellar. Well, completely by chance, I stumbled upon the host of those evenings in another cellar, in the midst of a performance.
Culture night was less of a surprise this time since I had made reservations.When I go see my friends' plays - especially in small venues where you can't hide - I always prepare a line to say after the performance in case I found it awful.
New surprise cultural evening (SCE, new acronym).I discovered that the café I regularly visit, called "The Cellar" (la Cave Café) has... a cellar. Where poetry is read on Monday evenings. Lots of people, mostly English speakers.
I don't go there often, but every time I do, I emerge transformed.I never read the information: the author, the artistic approach, the family traumas that led them to make ceramics on cows, I couldn't care less. I disconnect my brain.
During this holiday season, a song that celebrates love. (Not the possessive and sentimental love of American romantic comedies, but the pure and immediate love of Eastern wisdom.)
Lately, I've been going back to the theater.Yeah, I don't know what's gotten into me! Probably the onset of depression.I've seen some fantastic stuff – including I Wish I Were Jeff Bezos which is currently playing, go check it out!And then I saw...
Before, I used to joke that only my mom read this blog.Recently, I got proof that not even she does.So when I promote an artist here, it's not like it's going to make a big difference or attract a crowd. But hey, it's a kind of journal.
I've decided not to renew my subscription to the New York Times and New Yorker to see how it feels. Not to get stuck in my reading habits and discover new avenues.
Going to see the plays of my actor buddies when I was in acting school disgusted me with broke theater, or even theater altogether. Now, I either go to the Comédie Française to see classics, or screw it: I watch Netflix.
Of course, you've known about this song for ages. Because you guys are cool. But did you know that Dan Klein, the lead singer of The Frightnrs, died of Charcot's disease?
I stopped watching the first episode of Wednesday half way through. (I tried to go to the end, I promise, I even stopped then resumed it). But I want to take this opportunity to tell you what I really liked about Barry Sonnenfeld's The Addams Family.