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In less than a month, we will share the culmination of brainstorms, ruminations, schemes, and improvisations around the characters and story of THE GOLDEN CARP. This project began it's public life with a presentation of three songs in last year's NIGHT OF NEW WORKS, and we dream of its eventual life as a glorious, puppet-filled chamber opera. Here, now, in the present, we have begun the delicious task of workshopping the basic storyline with performers, writers, and a director all in a room together. We will write and improv, together and separately, and we will turn over every stone - sometimes more than once - and try everything. Goal: Try all the things.
An incredible group of talented performers joined us for auditions earlier this month for Rain Follows the Plow, and we are honored. Final casting decisions have been made, and we are set to begin rehearsals when the flowers are in bloom. For now, we dream of rivers and dams, dust and drought.
Rain Follows the Plow by Rachel Nelson directed by Laura Leffler-McCabe A huge pile of sandy grit is heaped in the center of the space. There is a geography under the sand--unexplained ridges and odd angles, as if a house is buried there, or the emerging spine of a giant animal. A small staircase extends up to a small platform that overlooks the space, creating an outlook, a refuge. Weird things poke out of the grit; a briefcase, various bits of trash and old clothes, a potted cactus, a music box, various unidentified shapes and colors and textures. It is 1934. It is the present day. It is a dreamscape. You are all aware of what an wham-bam awesome director Blake Bolan is; well we love her for that reason and SO MANY MORE! 
Happy Birthday, Blake!
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