Holy wow. It was an exhausting week filled to the brim with great new plays.
Standouts include Dolphinephilia, a trippy farce based on the true story of Margaret Howe Lovatt. It was presented by the mysterious Marine Mammal Communication Project. Also in the realm of the absurd was Aliens vs. Beckett, a spin on the classic Waiting For Godot, and presented by the always slimy Crowbait Club. And The Green Room, a hilarious one-man show featuring a man arguing with his sock puppet.
And those were only from the shows that I saw. The festival featured dozens of acts, and after soldiering through this week, I commend all who gave the effort for their art.
Megan, as per her usual mode, outdid herself. She acted in three plays, and wrote/directed one as well. I really enjoyed the perky conversations of Take the Long Way home, and the excellent set designed by Carl Currie. And Megan’s performance in the poetic Boy Come Home was perhaps the best of her career.
I also acted in my first PortFringe show. I shared the stage with my wife, as well as the talented Adam Ferguson and Kristina Balboa in Allie Munier’s comedy I Can’t Take You Anywhere. It was an honor to act in such a well-written and humorous play. I hope Allie submits it to more festivals.
I shaved my beard for my art. Most people liked it, while others, myself included, found it strange to see my bald face. One person said that I looked like a creepy pedophile, and that hurt a bit. I’ve never quite understood that comment. How does one look like a pedophile? Perhaps it says more of the describer than it does of the described.
I’m glad the week is over and that we can get a break. Enjoy some photos.
Here are two flyers, hot off the presses for PortFringe 2015. Both were lovingly crafted by Allie Munier. Yours truly will be starring in I Can’t Take You Anywhere, alongside my wife. We will be playing a quarreling married couple. If you like these flyers, then you should obviously come see the plays. ( I’m writing this post from a campground by the way ).
For the past seven years I’ve supported my wife, Megan, in her whole-hearted devotion to the difficult art of play making. This past year, I’ve been joining her onstage and backstage occasionally. I’m thinking about changing my title from Rocco Tripaldi, Theatre Husband to the slightly elevated Rocco Tripaldi, Frequent Collaborator.
Other Desert Cities is a play by Jon Robin Baitz. Megan and I saw a fine performance of the dramedy at the Old Vic last year. I was a mere 5 feet from #MarthaPlimptonsButt. #tbt! She turned in a fabulous performance as Brook Wyeth.
I’m throwing it back this Thursday in honor of the upcoming performance at the Mad Horse Theatre Company. They opened Other Desert Cities this evening, and it will be running through May 17. If you love a good show, go see this. Mad Horse does not disappoint. And if you are new to the theatre world, Other Desert Cities is a great intro course on contemporary theatre. Give it a try.
Do you want to go for free? We bought season passes this year, and we have many extra tickets because we haven’t been able to make a lot of shows. Hit me up and I can hook you up.
This week Mad Horse Theatre is opening Alligator Road, a brand new play by Callie Kimball. In the play, the main character has lost her husband and inherited his hardware store. She covers every item in the store with hand-knitted cozies. Why, you ask?