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-she reads my poem.
-alan.caudillo
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Miss India America
"Miss India America"
A few months ago I had the great privilege to see Meera Simhan perform her one woman autobiographical piece "Miss India America" at Highways in Santa Monica. Meticulously directed by Cornerstone Theater vet Shishir Kurup, this magnificent show has re-opened for a limited run at The Acme Comedy Theatre in Hollywood.
Ms. Simhan fluidly transforms from herself as a second generation descendant of Indian immigrants growing up in white bread Orange County, into her mother and father, her brother, her friends and family. Somehow, with only a handful of props and no set design to speak of, Ms. Simhan manages to fill up the space with characters so memorable and detailed you forget that they are all crafted by one immensely skilled actor.
Throughout the evening she flawlessly evokes the regional accents of her parents, friends and family, from Orange County to India to England and back. In one moment she becomes her mother, sniffing out her lost virginity, making her swear "in front of god that she had sex," and in the next moment she heartbreakingly evokes the coolness and swagger of her older, Americanized brother.
Ms. Simhan fearlessly leads the audience on a tragically comic one-person journey of self discovery from a girl that desperately wants to fit in to white America, to a woman that has come to accept herself for who she is. "Miss India America" transcends both gender and culture; it is a universally human performance that must not be missed.
-Alan Caudillo
There are only a few shows left,
Thursday Nov. 6 - 8:00 pm
Sunday Nov. 9 - 6:00 pm
Tickets: $18 online / $20 at door
Closing Night:
Wednesday Nov. 12 - 8:00 pm
Tickets: $18 online / $20 at door
tickets can be purchased at:
Acme Comedy
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
American Rain (Thunderhead)
Here is info about my dear friend Gregg Chadwick's new opening. If you are near Santa Monica on October 18, you'd be crazy not to attend!
At the Santa Monica Art Studios
Studio #15
3026 Airport Avenue
Santa Monica, California 90405
As well as the new work there will also be a selection of out takes, rarities, B-sides and covers for purchase.
Gregg Chadwick's Homepage:
cell 415 533 1165
greggchadwick@earthlink.net
Gregg Chadwick
American Rain (Thunderhead) 48”x36” oil on linen 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
sophia
Sophia.
The savior sat cross-legged and quiet in the chair. In the room by the kitchen she sat waiting criss-cross in the chair like a child. Quietly the child Sophia sat in the chair, waiting for brother who had always been there. She waited for brother who had always been there but wasn't there anymore. He was there now but wasn't there anymore. Her brother was there playing before having left long before she had sat quietly waiting.
In the beginning neither Sophia nor her brother had been there. They had always been there before but now she was there when he wasn't there, and when he was there she wasn't there like before. Crossed leg Sophia waited where her brother had been playing but he wasn't there anymore.
The child Sophia quietly waited and played with a string. Sitting cross-legged on the chair with the string she was given, the child savior waited for her brother. Sophia waited to tell her brother he broke the gift that was given. He had broke the gift given by their father and mother. Her brother had broken the gift he had made that was given to them by their mother and father.
He did not know he had broken the gift he had made that was given. It was supposed to be like their mother and father but her brother had made it and now it was broken. Their mother and father asked Sophia to tell brother that he had broken the gift he had made that was given.
Sophia sat in the chair with the string and she waited to tell her brother he had broken the gift he had made that was given.
In the room by the kitchen where they had once played she sat by the chair with the string and she waited. She waited to tell her mother and father that her brother had broken the gift that was given before.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
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