SUNDOWN OVER VARMINT GULCH by
So this is the one where I tossed out 2,500 years of theater history and asked the question: if the world were exactly the way it is with the one exception that there was no such thing as theater, and if I were the first person ever to think of putting a bunch of performers in front of an audience to tell a story, what would that look like? I can't promise that you'll like it, but I can promise that...
So this is the one where I tossed out 2,500 years of theater history and asked the question: if the world were exactly the way it is with the one exception that there was no such thing as theater, and if I were the first person ever to think of putting a bunch of performers in front of an audience to tell a story, what would that look like? I can't promise that you'll like it, but I can promise that it's radically unlike anything anyone has ever done in any medium. Gulp. Joy and death in the mythic Old West.
One early reader wrote, "Your play is amazing. Truly. So weird and haunting and funny and specific and mythic and epic. I'm so glad I read it. . . Keep up the submitting - someone, somewhere will realize its insane odd beauty and produce it. . . Kudos to you. Beautiful work."
One early reader wrote, "Your play is amazing. Truly. So weird and haunting and funny and specific and mythic and epic. I'm so glad I read it. . . Keep up the submitting - someone, somewhere will realize its insane odd beauty and produce it. . . Kudos to you. Beautiful work."