Yesterday, we Fringed again. We saw:
Boxcutter Harmonica seemed to be an exploration of the mixture of artist and Divine, as our host explores the old story of Robert P. Johnson, who reputedly sold his soul for mastery of the guitar. But what does this have to do with our increasingly disturbed host? It’s an interesting, but opaque, exploration of a topic that is allegorical at best.
And …
Breakneck Twelfth Night is easy enough to describe, a one man show consisting of selected scenes from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. A favorite of my Arts Editor, our host was most interested in the contemporary restriction on female presence on stage, meaning men portrayed the ladies – who sometimes portrayed the men. I was a little less charmed, as i find the language of Shakespeare to be overly ornate.
Go! Enjoy!
