Show Report

It's sad.

Let us have a moment of silence for Temps, the play that never should have been.

We performed tonight for 6, count 'em, 6 people. The show was like standing out in the middle of a desert, dying of thirst, trying to get back to civilization one baby step at a time. Except with the show, you know it will, it must end, so imagine you are exactly 1 1/2 hours of baby steps away from the only water fountain in the Mojave Desert. So you're about 10 feet away, and you're dying. The water is so close, but you have to take slow baby steps. Your mouth is like cotton; you would cry but you have no tears left. It's there, you will reach it, but an hour-and-a-half of agony must go by first. That's what Temps is like.

It's really just no fun to do a "comedy" that's not that funny, and quite repetitive and quite uninteresting with bad people when there are 6 other people who you are forcing to watch it. And they're out there in the desert too, but their eyes are closed so they have no idea how far away the water fountain is. They're just blindly stepping, hoping with every inch they cover, we'll all finally reach the water fountain and go home.

It's gonna be a long 6 weeks.

Temps | L.A. Stage | Resume