Your Edinburgh Fringe show opens an NYC run later this week, but it’s morning, the windows are still dark, your bed is warm and you have no intention of getting out of it. Putting your feet on the floor will put you back in touch...
(Pictured, left to right, my grandfather, Baba, great grandfather, and great aunt, and me, center, the disappointing, lazy three year old who has yet to compose his first opera) It’s a two-hour long train ride into the city to perform for five minutes, and after you’ve...
Dean dressed like a bum and Little Dog* in her stylish down jacket, walking across the pond. Image credit Alex Tuller. I’m looking for ways to avoid the things I don’t want to do. There’s this long list of practical, business-side things looming over my show,...
(Pictured above, my mom, my baby sister, mom's '68 Mustang, and me with the mop of black hair.) You have this ambitious project that you need to take on, the kind of project that most of the world around you sees as utterly impractical. And while...