I’ll have a longer post on theater artist Taylor Mac’s boundary-bursting show, which I saw last night, later, but for now, suffice it to say that there was a Walt Whitman poem, apples were eaten, strangers danced together, a Ted Nugent song was sung, and some poor kid named Gage really got to find out what audience participation means.
I had a total blast, and I actually learned something, too.
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