*not that i spend a ton of time in bars these days, but i agree with all of these. though, i have learned to enjoy karaoke, i believe there is a time and a place…and that place is not in front of people who aren’t part of your group*
Bars exist for people to hang out with their friends, watch the game, unwind, and maybe play a game of pool or pick up a bit of strange for the evening.
q: shouldn't our president represent the BEST of what america has to offer - including education and general knowledge? isn't it better to have a representative who has done their homework, read a history book - at the very least, one written about our own country? shouldn't that be a given? i'd rather an educated "elitist" were in charge, than an ignorant neighborly type. at the very least, we should feel like our president is "book-smarter" than the average person. being told "you are wrong" about basic, historical information and facts is not "gotcha" politics or media favoratism. let's value education, intellect and wisdom over "relatability." after all, our founding fathers were indeed the "elite" - the most educated (and wealthiest) our continent had to offer.
“what do you mean i’m being arrested and treated like a criminal according to your country’s laws for drug trafficking, just because i got caught trying to smuggle drugs out of your country, by willingly strapping drugs to my body, without researching the consequences, because i was too stupid to get a job like a normal person!? what do you mean i don’t get a phone call and a lawyer like they do on law and order? why does everything happen to me!?”—every stupid person who gets caught trying to smuggle drugs out of another country, then appears on “locked up abroad.”
“I know many people are concerned about the destruction of the sanctity of marriage, as well, and they view this as a threat. But let me ask you something, ladies and gentlemen, what are we really protecting when you look at the divorce rate in our society? Turn on the television. We have a wedding channel on cable TV devoted to the behavior of people on their way to the altar. They spend billions of dollars, behave in the most appalling way, all in an effort to be princess for a day. You don’t have cable television? Put on network TV. We’re giving away husbands on a game show. You can watch “The Bachelor,” where 30 desperate women will compete to marry a 40-year-old man who has never been able to maintain a decent relationship in his life. We have “The Bacholorette,” in reverse. And my favorite show, which thank God only ran one season because it was truly distasteful, was “The Littlest Groom,” where 30 desperate women competed to marry a dwarf. That’s what we’ve done to marriage in America, where young women are socialized from the time they’re five years old to think of being nothing but a bride. They plan every day what they’ll wear, how they’ll look, the invitations, the whole bit. They don’t spend five minutes thinking about what it means to be a wife. People stand up there before God and man — even in Senator Diaz’s church — they swear to love, honor, and obey; they don’t mean a word of it. So if there’s anything wrong, any threat to the sanctity of marriage in America, it comes from those of us who have the privilege and the right, and we have abused it for decades.”—
i am humbled and honored to be a part of this incredible production that has a life of its own...i only want to be of service to the poetry, the writer/director, the producers, the crew and my cast mates!
Illuminated by a full moon and blazing torches, the dead will be walking, talking and singing in the middle of Brooklyn’s Green-Wood Cemetery. Wednesday night will mark the New York City premiere of writer and director Tom Andolora’s “The Spoon River Project,” a theatrical adaptation of Edgar Lee Masters’ 1915 collection of poems entitled, “The Spoon River Anthology.”
The show, produced by Q22 Entertainment and the Green-Wood Historic Fund, will have a short run ending on June 26. A trolley will shuttle the audience each night at 8 p.m. (on Saturday at 11 p.m. for a midnight show) from the cemetery’s gates on 25th Street and Fifth Avenue to the middle of the grounds for a night of eerie theatrics.
Eleven actors will play 47 different characters (all are dead residents of the fictional town of Spoon River), and will reflect on their past lives through timeless monologues about abortion, murder, suicide and revenge amongst the headstones.
Halina Newberry Grant, a 38-year-old stand-up comic, writer and producer, plays five different characters on stage. Her favorite is the village milliner with questionable morals.
“I have had a lot of fun with Mrs. Williams. She has her way with many husbands,” said Grant, who lives around the corner from the 173-year-old cemetery and historic landmark.
Grant and the other actors will don garb of the early 1900’s while musicians stir the air with hymns from the same era amongst the 560,000 permanent residents that include the American politician Boss Tweed, Brooklyn Dodgers owner Charles Ebbets and the artist Jean- Michel Basquiat.
Tom Andolora, who before starting this project had a fear of cemeteries, toys with the idea of speaking with the deceased on and off the stage (or in this case the graveyard).
“[In “The Spoon River Project”], the dead come forward and share deep secrets of their lives,” said Andolora, who has been working on his adaptation for 10 years and teaches musical theatre at Brooklyn College. “If the dead can speak to us and we can listen to them, maybe we can learn a lesson—maybe we can learn how to release the festering and unnecessary things we carry.”
“Spoon River, like any work with longevity, has the universal and permanent themes of love, belief in a higher being and fear, which are all constants in humanity,” said Grant. “That’s what is important about this piece, it transcends time.”
The other importance of course is its choice setting.
“Hopefully, sitting in a dark cemetery,” said Andolora, “The audience will feel the bonechilling-ness and the little queasy feeling in the stomach.”
Thank you, Julie Klausner, for your public service!
I remember when I was in Jr. High, I told my mom she looked “cute” in something, and she told me “women don’t like to be told they’re cute. They like to be told they’re pretty or beautiful.”
In a culture where little girls are given vouchers for boob jobs, and aging pop stars are so desperate to be seen as anything BUT a mature/maturing woman, we need rites of passage and more role models who embody the grace, intellect and wisdom that can only come from aging.
and here’s my quote, followed by what i ACTUALLY said:
Actress Halina Grant, a self-described “nerd for ghost stories” who lives just blocks away from the 173-year-old cemetery, regularly takes strolls in the expansive resting place to familiarize herself with the roles she plays.
"We’re embodying the spirits of these townspeople and bringing them back to life," said Grant, 37, who plays a wronged lover, a psychic, the village poet and an abused wife.
1. my name, as i spelled out for the reporter, is halina newberry grant. that’s a fact, and it’s important to me.
2. i am a nerd for ghost stories. he got that part right.
3. i do NOT regularly stroll through the cemetery, neither for leisure, nor to “familiarize myself with the roles i play” - what am i, a psychic medium? a crazy person? i said “i’ve been to green-wood a couple of times on their walking tours.”
4. and i play FIVE roles: a milliner of questionable morals, a wronged lover/carnie, the village poetess, a sincere but slighly batty psychic school teacher, and a woman tortured and murdered by her husband.
BUT, and most importantly, i spent the majority of the time talking about the amazing, talented cast, the brilliant and passionate writer/director, and the producers who have more heart, patience and respect for performers than anyone i’ve worked with.
but, go ahead, work your angle, and make me sound like a visitor from bananastown.
and, despite skeeball’s comment on the article, there will be no man-bashing at any time in the show:
'Uh-oh, there's an “abused wife” character?! That means man-bashing will abound. Count me out.' - skeeball
my first job in nyc, 503 years ago, was working with a group of other creative types for a market research firm in soho. we booked those focus groups that pay you for your time. but mostly, we played around and avoided working as much as possible.*
one of my co-workers at sachs researchamation was RASHAAD ERNESTO GREEN, who at the time was an undergrad at dartmouth in the theatre arts dept. he’s all grown up now, with a masters in film from nyu, and is taking the film world by storm.
his first feature, “GUN HILL ROAD”, is making it’s way through the festival circuit, and leaving remarkable reviews in its wake.
After three years in prison, Enrique (Esai Morales) returns home to the Bronx to find the world he knew has changed. His wife, Angela (Judy Reyes), struggles to hide an emotional affair, and his teenage son, Michael (Harmony Santana), explores a sexual transformation well beyond Enrique’s grasp and understanding. Unable to accept his child, Enrique clings to his masculine ideals while Angela attempts to hold the family together by protecting Michael. Still under the watchful eye of his parole officer (Isiah Whitlock, Jr.), Enrique must become the father he needs to be or, once again, risk losing his family and freedom. Can a father’s fierce love for his family overcome his street-hardened ideas about manhood and end the vicious cycle controlling his life? Writer/director Rashaad Ernesto Green’s first feature film is an intricate portrait of a family divided told with sensitivity, gentle humor, and a deep understanding of the environment that shapes its people.