Tonight at Fort Reno, The DCeiver told me no lies about a couple interesting things. One: President Bush made a little girl cry today. Nice work, a-hole pres. Did you learn nothing during your summit with Putin?
Two: Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind is coming to the District as part of the Capital Fringe Festival. Chicago's longest-running show, it's a dice-based production of chance in which the company, the Neo-Futurists, attempts to stage 30 plays in 60 minutes. Dice? So, for example, the company writes a dozen micro-plays the week of the production; a roll of the dice determines how many of the new plays are subbed in.
Now, when you see it in Chicago, your ticket price is also determined by chance: $x + your roll. But at the Woolly Mammoth Theater, tickets over the eight-show run are $25. Sure, you could roll that—if you're rolling d20! snarf!!
Point being: Enter "SPAC" as a promotional discount code when you buy the tickets online, and you can have the tickets for $10. It's no great tip, I found out via myspace. But ten smackers is a deal: You wouldn't beat that shooting craps.
Next week I'll have some news about an artist with whom you're all familiar and that artist's plans for a new permanent installation in the District. I mean, I have the news now, but I can't tell you yet. For now, note that CP's Show & Tell column is back. Nell Boeschenstein has the goods on the Source Theater, which has stood empty for as long as I've lived here.
I like to sit down to see a show with a crowd that's bustling with energy, but a theater crowded with eigth graders is a bit much for me. It's nice and progressive for a junior-high class to take an evening fieldtrip to see a play in the city. It's just not a fieldtrip that I'm particularly interested in joining. I mean, come on. Tony Kushner uses words like cock—eighth graders are constitutionally bound to giggle at the naughty words! I saw one audience member beating another with a program—that's not what programs are for! Kudos to the sympathetic staff, who knew exactly what I needed when I stepped out of the theater space and set me up with tix for tomorrow night. I hate to be a grade-A little bitch about things, but God, children.
So I've seen the first -5 minutes of the play, and it appears that someone at the theater plays music before the show starts. It's A Bright Room Called Day, so shouldn't someone throw the new Dresden Dolls in the mix?
