Like her papa, my daughter has a healthy disdain for organized fun. I myself cannot stand being at a concert when a B-list celebrity demands that I "clap along now, y'all!" Why should I do that? I find it oppressive. Susie's school danceathon was (typically) disorganized and puzzling. When I arrived, Dua Lipa was singing about her own private parts: Ooh, my outfit so tight! You can see my heartbeat tonight. I can take the heat, baby; best believe... That's the moment I shine. Susie and I stood together while a stranger explained that we would be performing the chicken dance, the butterfly, the cha-cha slide, the robot, and the twist. I'm sure if I'd read my emails carefully, I'd understand the reason for all of this. My daughter spotted a moth--and wandered away from the crowd. She spent the hour talking to the moth, which reminded me of my "league baseball" days. (I would pick dandelions in the outfield.) One thing I learned was that the c...
I have mixed feelings about the impending (possible) win that "Two Strangers" will (might) celebrate for Best Musical. On one hand, I admire the quiet audacity of this show: It's not about romantic love, and in a way it's not even really about friendship. It's truly about two strangers. It is grounded in character; it follows two people through fairly pedestrian problems, and it arrives at a plausible conclusion. On the other hand, on a line-by-line basis, the writing is often not distinguished. I'd save the Tony Award for a later work by these young writers. My two cents. I do think my personal performer of the year is Christiani Pitts. She will not win at the Tony Awards (and this has nothing to do with the quality of the performance). Her role isn't even the flashiest role in her two-character show. But I was touched and charmed by Pitts's work. That doesn't happen often in a theater. Pitts's character has screwed up in an understandable wa...