1,060 stories from Clyde Fitch Report
A Chicago theater troupe creates the most nauseating play festival imaginable.
The co-creator of many pieces by the Talking Band talks about their latest, New Islands Archipelago.
Quoting architect Mies van der Rowe: "God protect me from my disciples. My enemies I can take care of myself."
Says the author of The Bilbao Effect, "I'm amazed that well known architects can build so recklessly, flagrantly disrespecting the character of the neighborhood."
Three character types once graced the Great White Way: Mr. Nervous, Mr. Grind and Mr. Can-Do.
Gov. Paterson may gut funding for the New York State Council on the Arts.
We're better off ensuring we depoliticize, preserve and protect art, free of political interference or taint.
The playwright-director discusses his trapeze-flavored adaptation of Richard II.
Is playwright Neil LaBute a misogynist? One director opines.
An interview with the co-producer of My Trip Down the Pink Carpet and the 4th annual Gayfest.
A conversation revolving around the new play Magnetic North.
News is concerned with the "objectification of emotions," says Dudley, author of the new play Letters to the End of the World.
For a playwright -- and an actress fresh from Broadway -- it takes a Vigil.
"A child of a gay male couple," says Sieber, starring in the musical The Kid, "will never lose a Halloween costume contest...ever."
If he pimps his celebrity to promote right-wing views, that's his right, right?
Links from the 150+ blogs of the CFR blogroll, with commentary. This week: so much drama Pulitzer drama!
A retired brigadier general pushes federal arts funding for military use. A U.S. arts leader may disagree.
"We stood up for the arts in Georgia. Now to see what tomorrow brings."
Should the mandarins of indie theater put all their eggs into the tax-abatement basket?
"I understand that, but Mah, telling them an alligator at the zoo bit you is not the truth."
The musical story of an awkward, adorable 12-year-old -- and a play by Christopher Durang, among others.
Alfred Molina's Mark Rothko is bluster, bitterness, jealousy and perfectionism wrapped in a diaphanous shroud of fear.
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A distillation of Arts Watch, the weekly e-blast of Americans for the Arts. This week: Is Dallas callous? And the NC hammer.
