By Jay Ménard,
I experienced something special Thursday night — an ovation that meant something.
“But Jay,” you might be saying. “Every show I go to gets an ovation.” And that’s exactly the problem. But at Thursday night’s performance of The Woolgather*, I experienced an ovation that felt organic. It was an ovation that resulted in two curtain calls — something that veteran theatre goers in London suggested hasn’t happened in decades.
It was an ovation that was heartfelt, honest, and mattered. And that’s where the difference lies. Continue reading