Reflecting on the final production of Population 485. No fancy words right now. Simply, thank you. To the cast and crew and their families, to the folks at the venues, and to those who gave us their eyes and ears and time. Never saw any of this coming.
NOTE: Just as I was finishing this post this morning, I got called away to pull someone out of the ditch with that truck right up there. Let’s hear it for old-school four-wheel-drives and a good tow strap. Upon my return I learned that Tayari got some huge news. Heartfelt clodhopper congratulations from frozen Wisconsin,…View post
Came offstage for intermission in Oconomowoc to find a message saying Barry died. Not five minutes prior we were sharing his story and art with a sold out crowd. That seemed about right. I cannot overstate the bravery of this man, and his influence on me and an army of souls. More in time. Right…View post
I will never stop marveling at what it is to sit in a small room in rural Wisconsin typing, then see those words take form and fly to faraway places. In this case, The Jesus Cow in the lobby of a massive New York City office building, due to be read on a flight to…View post
Just before a concert. Don’t recall what we were listening to. But how grateful I am to count this man among my friends. I believe it shows.