Macbeth shall sleep no more

Morgan drew that, y'all.  I can't even.  How can somebody be so talented in so many different ways? We had our last tour event Thursday Night.  We were at the lovely Terranea Resort in RPV.  Had lots of friends there.  My sweet Rosalind (Maggie...and shut up, Greg, she's my sweet Rosalind.  Just because you got to be Orlando doesn't make that any less true.  A. I was the director.  B. I played her father...and uncle...for awhile.  Anyway you slice it.  She's mine.)  Dorian, who was "my" Roderigo last year and Silvius in that delightful As You Like It we did.  Christopher and Andria from last season...Posthumus and the evil (yassss) Queen. And we've seen so many other former SBTS'ers come out all summer.  Our family. And last night we closed out our Macbeth back home at the bandshell in Pt. Fermin park.  Home.  There is something magical about that place.  And once again we had our best show on the final night.  It's been growing all summe

The end is near.  We only have two weeks left, and for we Macbeth-ers, that means only four more shows.  That makes me sad to think about.  We've only just found out how this thing works.  And each performance it grows deeper and better.  And now we only get to do it four more times?  Last night in South Pasadena was a special show.  I had my life-long friend Melanie there.  I don't know when the last time she saw me act was, but the first time is when I was 13 in Tom Sawyer (as the rascally Huck Finn).  I also had some SBTS friends from 14 years ago on hand (Karen, Matt, Eric and his pop).  Had some of my New American Theatre family there (Jade, Elise and Mouncey all of whom I've known for 13 years or so).  And also had some Barfly Shakespeare people there (Matt and my boy Luke who I directed in Henry IV a couple of years ago and who brought me to tears in a recent Pericles that he performed).  It's often hard for me to show up to see all the things that I want.  But