The Tempest Returns! by Pitr Strait

Oh friends.

We were so moved by the response to our naked Tempest in Central Park this past May, we just couldn't bear to let it happen for two performances and then disappear forever. Instead, after a lot of work and planning, we're finally able to announce that we're remounting the production! Our Tempest will return to New York this September 7th-10th, at the gorgeous and mysterious Music Pagoda in Prospect Park.

Stay tuned for more news, rehearsal photos, artist profiles, etc.

Hunt's note about Fugoe Hole by Pitr Strait

"There is a tradition, firmly believed on the lower side of the Burian, that the Fugoe Hole extends from the cliffs underground so far that the end of it is under the parlor of the Tremewen's house in Trove, which is the only remaining portion of the old mansion of the Lovels. Here the witches were in the habit of meeting the devil, and holding their Sabbath. Often his dark highness has been heard piping while the witches danced to his music. A pool of water some distance from the entrance prevents any adventurer from exploring the "Hole" to its termination. Hares often take refuge in the Fugoe Hole, from which they have never been known to return."

Best of the Internet by Pitr Strait

It's been almost three weeks since The Tempest, but it feels like the madness hasn't stopped for a moment on our end. Some exciting developments are brewing that we hope to announce soon, but in the meantime, we've mostly just been laughing at the internet.

Last Friday, the cast, Alice and I took to the back room of Jimmy's No. 43 (a long-standing patron of the arts and a wonderful place to be) to perform a short reading. Shakespeare? No. Facebook.

Six of our amazing actors (plus one appearing via the wonder of Bluetooth speakers and cell phones) read a selection of some of the most wonderful internet comments we received following our brief run. Scandalized, furious, bemused, psychotic, leering, baffled --  we got 'em all.

It was surprisingly cathartic, hearing these words read aloud, taking the ephemera of the internet and giving it voice. As funny as it was (and it was hilarious), it also reminded me that these are real opinions being put out into the world. Although the typing and clicking may be done casually, these words have an impact. Some of what we read was truly heartbreaking, revealing the hatred people have for others' bodies as well as for their own, not to mention the staggering misapprehensions that people have about modern gender politics.

On the other hand, some of it sounded like this.

God bless the internet.

After The Tempest by Pitr Strait

It has been an insane seven days. Last Thursday, Alice Mottola and I premiered our production of William Shakespeare's The Tempest, performed by an all-female cast, most of them entirely naked. Last Friday, we closed. Those two short performances were attended by over 400 people. This alone would have been exciting enough. Our performers deserved every single one of those audience members, and I was proud to have worked with such an incredible group of women.

Then the press started rolling in.

NBC. Salon. The Guardian. Even somehow... ESPN? It was only for about thirty seconds, but that's 30 seconds longer than I ever thought my work would be featured on ESPN. These pieces and all the others that came with it have sparked a huge amount of conversation and controversy online. Thousands of comments, tens of thousands of shares. It's been overwhelming, to say the least.

Very strange thoughts have come as a result. For example, how do you react to people across the world who criticize a show they never saw? Or, is "exhibitionist" really a put-down when theater is literally... an exhibition?

Ultimately, it feels good to have pissed off the right people. I look forward to pissing them off even more in the years to come.