The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Monday, February 27, 2006

Faster horses, younger women, older whiskey and more money.

Last night I attended an abridged production of "Quilters" by the Young Troupe at the Strauss. The play's venue was at a church that somewhat looked like an interior of a barn. The rustic set worked quite well there with the exception of a big honkin' pipe organ on the back of the "stage" area, but I did not find the organ to be much of a distraction since it was not played. The play itself was small vignettes of stories that often broke into song about pioneer women settling on the prairie and their seemingly endless life of making quilts. Overall, it was a good show that an older woman would have enjoyed much more than myself. I found it strange that the director went to such trouble to find such an authentic appearing venue and then chose to use a slide projector during the play. HELLO! There were no powerpoint presentations on the wagon train!

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