and looked up something I already knew a little about: the Tigerlillies’ production of Edward Gorey works. OMG, match made in heaven. I wish like hell I could see it, but as far as I can tell it’s only playing in LA, and when they come to NYC November 1st they will be doing other things. (Now TELL me NYC is more cultured than LA. Liar, liar, liar.) I would love to see the work the following is excerpted from, in particular:
Not everything worked: a surreal poem called The Eggplant Frog (girl becomes infatuated with frogs, girl despises aubergines, girl thinks she sees God in aubergines, or perhaps in frogs) left Stout and drummer Adrian Hughes bemused.