This show is very personal to me. I last performed it 2 years ago right before I lost my mom. Much of what is happening in my life right now is happening under her watchful eye. I carry her on stage with me every night in “A Strange Loop” and I can’t wait to perform this show again. Thank you to The Green Room 42 for inviting me back! Get you tickets here……
“I will follow, follow my Judith Light through the darkness".
I can’t believe I get to be a part of this magic. I cannot wait to put this baby on stage. Y’all are NOT ready!
Having grown up in Boston, I understand that there is a long-running joke that only five black people are allowed on Cape Cod at a time. Walking the main, back, and side streets of Provincetown, the creative part of me thinks about what is in-town and is called "art". Another part of me thinks about what is on the beach and is called "beauty". I have never longed to be part of the circuit. And I have been making peace, for some time now, with the fact that the circuit has never longed for me to be a part of it.
I think about Zora Neale Hurston, carving out her world with an oyster knife. Being too busy to care what their world is doing. The last time I was here, I read Tennessee Williams and Amistead Maupin. Having always felt connected to their style of writing, and to my own grapplings with the history they were allowed, I wonder what a sense of community like that would do for the men who look like me?
I would go ask the other four black people on the Cape this weekend, but I'm trying to be on vacation.