I was blindfolded, thrown into a car and driven for hours before we reached their secret lair, which I now believe might be a sub, sub basement floor underneath Houston Galleria Macy’s or inside a volcano, whichever.
Somewhat lost amid all the hullabaloo and celebrations surrounding the Alley Theatre’s grand reopening and the major renovation of the Hubbard Stage was the little-fanfared return of performances to the smaller Neuhaus Stage, where many of the Alley’s more quirky and contemporary play picks are placed each season.
I have a (admittedly unoriginal) theory that sooner or later, no matter what the perceived subject matter, every writer ends up writing about the act of storytelling, and every playwright ends up writing about acting during the act of storytelling.
In the September world premiere of O Columbia, the new chamber opera from HGOco, a young Houston girl dreams of being an astronaut journeying to the stars.
Philip Hays, like Ahab, has lured a whole crew of creative characters into an immense, though decidedly less deadly, undertaking to bring a one-man version of the tale to theatrical life.
