Ragtime Rage Time. Someone wise once told me that after every show you should kill the character you’ve played. Forget their habits, their storyline and their influence on you as a person while going through the process. This hasn’t been a problem this time around – Brigit and I never really bonded, our sole interaction […]
Diary Entry 1: 5 January, 1906 Cold, wet day. It feels like I’ve been sea sick for years. Apparently we’ll be arriving soon, thanks be to God. I can barely move without stepping on Jewish feet, or bumping an Italian nose – who would have thought they’d fit all these people onto one boat? It […]
Two months ago I believed that Ragtime was not your every day kick-ball-change musical, drowning in sequins and the clatter of character shoes. I believed that Ragtime had a message to communicate, and that it was a message that the Duke community needed to hear, and would be bowled over when they heard it. Two […]
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