Category New Orleans

Three years of theatre

I the nearly three years I’ve spent in New Orleans, I’ve seen at least 150 plays, well over 200 if you count all the ten-minute plays at Southern Rep’s 6×6 series. I wanted to reflect on a few of them to see what made them stand out. The Top Five These made my list because […]

The small pleasures of DIY theatre

Today, among other things, I created two puppets, edited some music, created a (fake) company logo, and cobbled together a “tail” out of fake fur and rope. None of these things are jobs that I normally do, and it’s one of the creative aspects of play-making that I find enjoyable. Using Photoshop and Audacity give […]

DIY Theatre

Many of the schools I considered when applying for my MFA include production of the thesis as part of the process. UNO, unfortunately, does not. Because of this, I’ve been finding myself more involved with the local community and engaging with theatre-makers all over the city. In particular, I’ve been working with Southern Rep, which […]

Fringe wrap

The New Orleans Fringe Festival is a time of much theatre and little sleep, with show schedules running until midnight followed by an “afterparty” at a different location every night of the festival. I didn’t get to see quite as many shows as I would have liked this year, because I was working the box […]

It’s not “maybe” any more

Thirty-six years ago, Nature magazine featured an article by J. H. Mercer. It said that if we continued to use fossil fuels and pump CO2 into the air, there was a strong risk that humanity would be responsible for melting the of Antarctic ice sheet. This week, NASA confirmed that we have gone so far […]

Don’t tell anyone, but I hate King Cake

Around this time of year (actually for the entire period between Epiphany and Fat Tuesday), residents of New Orleans go mad for King Cake. Imagine a dense, dinner plate-sized cinnamon bun injected full of gooey substances like cream cheese and chocolate pudding and loaded up with fistfuls of colored crystalized sugar and a dead baby. […]

My Heart Belongs to Daddy

I just saw a performance of Sarah Ruhl’s Eurydice, and I was struck how much the key relationship in her re-telling of the story is not one of husband and wife, but of father and daughter. In fact, given the period referenced in the piece (via musical reference to I’ve Got Rhythm and Don’t Sit Under the […]