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Another Shameless Self-Promotion

Well, once again I'm too busy to bother updating my blog, which can only mean one thing: there's another play coming up! Yes, indeed, within a couple of weeks I will be opening a new show at the Pardoe Theater on BYU campus, so I thought I'd make a fuss about it now so you can all work it into your schedule. You are going to come and see it, right? All signs indicate that this will be the last time I perform Shakespeare in this area, so it could be your final chance to see me and the Bard together - a match as fortuitous and fateful as gunpowder and fire, oil and water, England and France, and Hannity and Colmes.

The play is William Shakespeare's "The Two Gentleman of Verona," in which I play Valentine (also known as Gentleman #2) and it performs Tuesday-Saturdays starting November 9th through the 19th, at which point it breaks a week for Thanksgiving and then returns for a final week of performance, November 20th through December 3rd. So there are plenty of chances to come see this highly original interpretation of a highly skeewampus Shakespearean play. I'm not sure what "skeewampus" means, but its a word my mom uses a lot. And the use of italics should denote a somewhat ironical and wry tongue-in-cheek tone of voice.

No, seriously, its going to be good. Elizabeathean laughs galore, some serious emoting from yours truly and, best of all, a real live dog on stage! You really don't want to miss this!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I think I like the dog part the best! SJ
Anonymous said…
By the by, which headshot won the competition? SJ
Anonymous said…
My dear Matthew,
Despite the fact that I don't read this all too often, I do happen have a suggestion fo you! Now that Two Gents has started most wonderfully enough, I believe a new blog would be most appropriate. And more interesting. Like, you could talk about your "really pink" shirt... for starters. And while moving to new subjects, you can still use your lingual talents and write a sentence or two about coming to see the play, even! Wow! The etherealness of the concept, I know, is amazing and far reaching.
Right-o. Thought of the evening has come to a close.
Say Jay
Anonymous said…
Saw your show last night. Well done.
The dog was amazing... and the rest too.

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