Tonight's the final night of the run of HOW THEATER FAILED AMERICA at the Public. I'm excited, but not the way I imagined I would be back in December when this began to come together. I anticipated that this would be a charged conversation, and I hoped it would be successful, but I didn't imagine that we'd sell out every performance--with people lining up outside with SIGNS to get tickets--and be arranging an immediate Off-Broadway transfer to the Barrow Street. I like to think big, but the success of this show has broken through any expectations I could have had, both professional and emotional.
I'd like to thank the good people at the Public who've allowed this to happen: Mark Russell, who was inspired and crazy enough to let us do an untested piece for a night at Under The Radar in front of hundreds, Shanta Thake who believed in our work and helped arrange this run, Jo Lampert and Alex Onish, who have tirelessly worked beyond the call of duty on this show when the media was blowing up, Robbie Saenz de Viteri and Ruth Sternberg for their technical assistance and generosity, Maria Goyanes and Liz Frankel for the supportive advice and wise counsel, and finally Oskar Eustis, who gave his blessing for performing a piece that challenges the American theater within one of its finest institutions.
I'd also like to thank the staff at Joe's Pub, the servers and waiters and staff, who have been solicitous, kind, and incredibly skillful in the space during the performances—thank you for being so conscientious, it has made an immense difference.
To one and all, I hope that we work together again soon.
Best regards,
md
3:19 PM
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