Cy Ashley Webb
Cy spent the ‘80’s as a bench scientist, the tech boom doing intellectual property law, and the first decade of the millennium, aspiring to be the world’s oldest grad student at Stanford where she is interested in political martyrdom. Presently, she enjoys writing for Stark Insider and the SF Examiner, hanging out at Palo Alto Children's Theatre, and participating in various political activities. Democracy is not a spectator sport! Cy is a SFBATCC member.
Smuin Ballet goes full cycle with ‘Unlaced’
The whole thing happens so organically, so subtly, that it seems to originate somewhere beyond the choreographer’s active imagination.
Come to the DMV, old friend… with Don Reed
Actor Don Reed presents nine characters – beginning with Alberta – the first roadblock at the “appointments or no appointments” desk.
Dreaming Irish at Broadway San Jose: ‘Once’ (Review)
This is a spinet on stage, not a baby grand, and what de Waal does with it can make you rethink the possibilities of music.
Enlightenment, Freemasonry & Mozart’s Magic Flute
What I like most about Opera San Jose is that you’re never too far from the idea of opera as a very human endeavor. As we get deeper and deeper into our virtual lives, with their exaggerated expectations, it’s that reminder of human activity that means so much.
Rising Water, Rising Fast: Head of Passes
A different way to wrap your mind around Head of Passes is to think of it as a variant of Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking – re-morphed culturally for the bayou and performed by a cast with killer acting chops.
Tenderly Taut: ‘Death of a Salesman’ at SJ Stage
King's physical persona - particularly the glasses, head shape and hair - reminded me of Joseph P. Kennedy, gone to seed – which isn’t a bad image to have in the back of your head.
A Great Stage of Fools: ‘King Lear’ at Independent Eye (Review)
Bishop and Fuller worked together, handing puppets back and forth with the deftness of surgical assistant passing a scalpel.
Not Just for Folkies: ‘Fire on the Mountain’ breathes electricity
Entering the house, you soak in Joe Ragey’s scenic design upon which the contradictions of the place are writ large. “Harlan County is UMWA County” isn’t the only sign proclaiming union loyalty, but they all seem overshadowed by the smaller ‘We Accept Food Coupons’ placard.
’30s camp in ‘Nick & Nora’ at 42nd Street Moon (Review)
That slightly heightened unreality of 1930’s camp is such a great leveler that nobody emerges enough to really capture your interest.
Don’t shoot that bird! (Review)
While our negativity threshold saves us, sometimes we need to get psychically beaten to get a bit of truth in now and then. Stupid Fucking Bird does precisely that.
