So me and Kevvy roll in Theatre Network in a haze of Mary Jane's Perfume, Darren Hagen and the fabulous Katerina in tow. Small talk and hello hi later, the play starts. It's TRUE WEST, the play that macho acting students were made to love. And it was great. Inventive within but true to the heart of the piece.
What is it about, you ask?
It's about the internal condition of Sam Shepard's mind. The constant tug of war between the criminal and the intellectual.
In more practical terms, its about these two brothers who are wrecking their Mom's house.
Maybe it's about class warfare in the US of A circa 1970's. Have and have nots.
Maybe it's about the struggle of hamsters to be taken seriously as pets of the over 10 demographic. Art is what you make it. I guess.
Anyhow, the party raged on and on. And on. Kevvy began speaking french to a lovely large nosed girl. Jesse was there and drunk as a skunk. I ate at the toast bar.
(I forgot how much i love cheese whiz. It's so FUCKING GOOD. )
All that was missing was my man Fem. Where'd that guy go?
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