They've got two cement mixers and what I count to be about thirty guys across the street working on the old Theatorium site.
Two enormous crane-like machines I've never seen before hover over the whole operation. They're hooked up to the cement-mixing trucks and they're sucking up the wet cement and then shooting it down through these massive tubes that the workmen direct down into the foundation.
It's like something out of The Matrix over there.
Loud as hell, too. Woke us up this morning.
Tonight, 7:30 at Manhattan Children's Theater, 52 White Street between Church and Broadway we talk all things LIT.
That's the League of Independent Theater, and while we may not have the cranes or the cement mixers, we're going to get some work done.
The purposes for which the corporation is formed are:
(1) To promote the artistic and economic interests of theater professionals
working in New York City in theaters of up to 99 seats;
(2) To organize and protect its members to ensure that independent theater is economically viable for all of its practitioners; and
(3) To advocate on behalf of the decades-old tradition of off-off Broadway theater to ensure that it remains, and grows, as a thriving artistic and economic sector in New York City.
Come tonight, share your ideas and concerns, get involved.
The Lampshade Queen dances even from her sick-bed, showing us all moves we've only read about. Yeah, Joe Walsh used the ellipses bravely (or maybe he was just high and didn't realize what he was doing) on his 1978 classic But Seriously, Folks... If you remember the album art you'll remember how strange it all was, Joe underwater with a big snorkel mask, bubbles rising to the surface.
Ann wins a snorkel mask, if she wants one, or a prize of equal or lesser value.
Colin wins eleven bonus points, to be redeemed for a prize of lesser or greater value.
And Rosie wins the opportunity to design any and all Clancy Productions for her brilliant Brazilian memory/novella. Prize includes the right to attend endless production meetings, work in the heat of the Rat City summer for very little pay and have your work reviewed by Martin Denton.
Well played, all.