Thank you so much to my very articulate audience reviewers.
Well.
In fact, the show changed since my last blog.
I always had a scene in Lesbo Solo titled "Coming-Out Story." I also had other scenes. Basically, "Coming-Out Story" grew and grew and pushed all the other scenes off the cliff.
It is such an exhilarating experience to commit to opening a show on a certain date -- and then find out in rehearsal that you really did not know what show you were going to open when you signed up!
Thank goodness the title still works. But the subtitle, no. This is not anymore "One Dyke's Life in the Theater." It is now "A Gay History Play."
The fact is I have had quite an amazing life. I have witnessed and made gay history.
Lesbo Solo begins when I am 16 years old, at a time when teachers could be fired if they were rumored to be homosexual. It ends... Well, I won't tell you how it ends. You have to come see the show for that. But I will tell you that the entire audience gasped in amazement.
And, it seems from the reviews, some cried tears of happy catharsis.
So, you lazy bums, (I'm talking to all you Bloggellinis in driving distance of San Francisco)...
WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE?!?
Call me crazy, call me old-fashioned, but I prefer to perform to a sold-out house. It's just a weird quirk. And THIS is a small theater. Get your asses down to 277 Taylor, so you can say in the future, "I saw Lesbo Solo in a tiny theater in the Tenderloin in San Francisco when it first opened."
DO COME. |