By Laura Grimes
Mrs. Scatter is considerably fond of facial hair, and Mr. Scatter’s beard in particular, so she’s concerned what type of shave he has in mind. Let’s hope it’s the farcical kind because we’re blogging in tandem tonight about The Barber of Seville. That’s right, folks …
Live from Portland Opera, it’s Scattering Night!
We’ll be [...]
By Bob Hicks
Mr. Scatter is all lathered up in the lobby of Keller Auditorium, and Mrs. Scatter is at his side, underneath one of those big-bubble hairdrying doohickies. Each of us is posting live on opening night of Portland Opera’s “The Barber of Seville.” We’ll be updating our respective posts as time allows, so [...]
By Bob Hicks
The Snark eluded Mr. Scatter. No matter. It was a sporting chase, and no doubt will be continued at the rising of another moon. Some of you may recall our earlier mention of Mr. Scatter’s recent benighted journey into the hinterlands on this odd quest.
Fortunately he has returned to the safe haven [...]
“We did not believe in God,” Lawrence Howard recollects. “We believed in chicken soup and matzoh balls.”
As Mrs. Scatter has recently intimated, Mr. Scatter has embarked on a quest deep into the wilds of the exotic North American continent, hunting the elusive Snark. Today the Snark sleeps, and it is only sporting for Mr. [...]
By Laura Grimes
The pressure’s on. Mr. Scatter, otherwise known as my current first husband, has hightailed it outta town, and his responsibilities mean he probably won’t have a chance to write or find a wi-fi to post for about a week.
But you’re in luck. Before he left town, he got up early to write this [...]
Benedict Nightingale, reviewing the new London theater season for the New York Times in 1999, put his finger on the big trouble with Rose, Martin Sherman’s one-woman play about an 80-year old Holocaust survivor sitting on a park bench in Miami and remembering the high and low points of her extraordinary life.
“Rose’s life sometimes seems [...]
On Saturday night Mr. and Mrs. Scatter went down to the industrial east Willamette waterfront, to Waterbrook Studio, the little theater-in-a-warehouse just north of the Broadway Bridge, to catch Poetry Off the Page.
It’s the latest in Eric Hull’s Vox series of staged — I almost want to say composed — poetry readings. Composed, because it’s [...]
Art Scatter is considering a new motto: All the news that fits, comes back to bite you again.
Maybe it’s not as elegant as the New York Times’s All the news that’s fit to print or as slobberingly juvenile as The Onion’s Tu Stultus Es (translation from the Latin: You Are Stupid). But we seem to [...]
Blink, and it’s 1984 all over again.
Over here: Waggie and Friends, skipping sweetly through the landmines of improv comedy, quick wits and crack timing in tow.
Over there: Brassy Wendy Westerwelle, going for the gold in a one-woman show.
Turn off the radio, will you, please? Sounds like they’re playing Karma Chameleon again.
No, this is not an [...]
Counsel, call your next witness.
Your honor, Leonard Bernstein calls Claudio Monteverdi to the stand. Or maybe it’s the other way around.
Mr. and Mrs. Scatter went to the opera over the weekend, where Bernstein’s 1952 Trouble in Tahiti followed Monteverdi’s Il Ballo delle Ingrate (The Dance of the Ungrateful Women) from 1608 and Il Combattimento di [...]