A healthy scatter of King Lear showings coming up
This weekend, we’re heading north, with two performances at the Dell’Arte Company’s home theatre in Blue Lake, CA. Blue Lake is one of our favorite cities, pop. 1200, with one bar, one coffee shop, one church, and one theatre, which happens to be the home of a renowned school of physical theatre.
We’ve known the Dell’Arte folks for many years—all part of that crazy ensemble surge that began in the 70s and never stopped. We’ve performed there a number of times and are greatly looking forward to playing an exhausting 100 minutes of Shakespeare and then across the street to the Logger Bar.
And coming back, we do a single performance in Caspar, a small coastal town between Ft. Bragg and Mendocino. It’s cosponsored by public radio KZYX, which carried our series. Our fan club isn’t huge, but they’re incredibly supportive.
And looking ahead to our San Francisco return: three shows in June as part of the two-week FuryFactory Festival.
And Now Booking—
Current plans are for a Pacific Northwest tour (WA, OR)starting early November; a Southwest tour (NM/AZ/SoCA) in January/February and another trip to the Midwest and East Coast in April/May of 2017.
If you’re part of a theatre, arts center, or college, or even have a large living room and a bunch of friends, talk to us about bringing Lear or Gifts or a reading of Co-Creation or Rash Acts. For some hosts, we ask fees, for others a split of the gate. We’re not averse to money, but what keeps us alive is to have our work seen.
Our first novel Realists is now between covers.
In the near future, insane politicos reign and dreams are taboo. A motley band of innocents, targeted as terrorists, plunge to certain death, but by a stroke of lunatic physics plop onto Smoky’s ramshackle westbound tour bus, pursued by an empire gone loco.
Amid ghost buffalo and disappearing cities, improbable lovers split and rejoin, children find magic, and a ragtag bunch of loners and seekers bond into a tribe of survivors, weaving a new reality with magic as the warp, love as the woof.
If you find your guts in a knot with the current electoral campaign, this might be the book for you. It’s not without a grim relevance, but it’s funny and it has an utterly improbable happy ending—but all endings are improbable. Call it dystopian optimism.
Available through our website.