It's odd how the passing of beloved artists always seem to happen in cluster's.
I was first exposed to Harlold Pinter ten years ago in college. He was so simple and pure and clean; yet many of us had a mantra that year, "F@#$%G PINTER!" You just never knew what he wanted! You wanted the answers and you wanted them NOW! But, that's not how he rolled, my homies.

I am a magician, which means by cultural definition -"I hate the unknown." :wink: It makes me axnious and scared and it never let's me relax. I loved magic because for a while it was an answer to those anxieties: I could "fool" myself into thinking I knew things that others didn't. But, we all know how that one turns out now don't we.

I encourage any one of us in the Bizarre attics and cellars of magic take a read at this piece in todays SF Chronicle written by the Artistic Director of SF's American Conservatory Theatre. Afterwards, if you haven't already, pick up a play by him or google his thoughts on theatre and the experience of it. Enjoy.....

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cg......formance