One Shot. Signifying Something.

Last night watching theater at the Abbie Fest, I couldn't help but think I was losing the grand narrative thread. I mean to life, not theater. Was there ever really a grand narrative thread? I don't know.

Anyway, it made for a sort of unsettling evening. Lots of sound and fury. Signifying something, but not sure what.

Which is not a bad preamble for our show tonight, a new piece, a little blast of madness, sort of characteristic of our work over the last few years. It feels like we have found a form, a sort of Waring Blender of elements, all whirring around together, adding up to something.

We perform at the Fest once. One time. One shot. I think that's appropriate too.