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21 September 2008 @ 10:39 am
Book-it Review Theatre: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues  
September 16 - October 12, 2008
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Center House Theatre, Seattle Center

Wow. This is the edgiest play adaptation of a book I've ever seen Book-It do in my 5 years as a season ticket holder.

This play is erotic, thought-provoking, funny, heartful, heartbreaking, loving, imaginative ... it's about love and lust - hetero and not - without being a play about sexual identity - or I should be more specific - about the freedom to forego sexual identity in favor of doing what is natural in each moment.

There is full front female nudity. There is great guitar and fiddle, and the narrator is -perfect-.

Act 1 is more about returning to a place where we love the female body and don't try to hide, deface, perfume or deny it, and accepting what we're born with as it is - the idea of turning wide hips and big noses and strange birthmarks and curly hair into assets. Act 2 is more about the philosophies of freedom from cultural and social constraints.

The entire play is a message about being heroic, in whatever way it is that we are inherently heroic, in all the myriad ways.

There is also a raffle for a Babeland gift bag each night. ;>

OH MY GOODNESS! Please, go see this play, men and women alike. If the first act seems to disparage men, just wait for the second act, and all shall be redeemed.

It was a delight to sit in a theatre full of mostly 40+ Seattleites who laughed and cried with the ebb and flow of the drama. There was no one protesting the play. Fred Phelps' hate minions, to my Kansas-born eyes, were notably absent. In Seattle, I sit among the open-minded and the open-hearted, and the years of walking through Phelps' picket lines to see a far less erotic, far less queer, far less political, far less naked play seem distant and surreal, and I'm left wondering how I take these blinders off and fight Phelps from my Seattle choir.

Outside the Seattle Center House Theatre are instructions on the floor: Hop, Skip, Spin, Dance. Hopping quietly along the hall during intermission, all dressed up in my grown-up girl clothes, while I was waiting for Yvette (serpentmoon) to rejoin me, an older couple - a beautiful 50+ white-haired white woman and her greying Asian husband - laughed, and said, "I think you hopped on a line!" I watched them speak animatedly after the play about their memory of reading the book when they first read it, and what they felt Book-It had done right and wrong in its adaptation.

I love, I love, I deeply love this city.
 
 
 
to open mercy, to open your siren throat: PinkEyeshadowashbet on September 22nd, 2008 11:39 am (UTC)
I am trying to envision that book made into a play, and failing utterly. Wish I was on the right side of the country to go see it!

-- A :)
Schmischmi on September 22nd, 2008 08:01 pm (UTC)
Wow! You might have convinced me to go watch it!
Kburgunder on September 22nd, 2008 08:01 pm (UTC)
If you do, I reeeeally want to know what you think :)