I have a fond memory of the Lincoln Center OUR TOWN at the Lyceum on December 31, 1988. As each act ended and the play grew quieter and sadder, the din from Times Square grew ever louder, so that by the time Spalding Gray was telling us all to get a good rest, too, the cacophony and melee was threatening to break down the doors of the theatre. It gave a unique urgency to Thornton Wilder's suggestion that we slow down and listen and appreciate.
Until David Cromer's Chicago (and Barrow Street) version, that had always been my favourite. |
