Imagine a panic-stricken stream-of-consciousness calibrated into an auto-cue. Imagine looking into a fun-house mirror, with the way it takes what you know then stretches and bends it, giving yourself back to you like some distressing and fascinating gift. My own try-hard poetics aside, perhaps the closest fitting description for Karaoke is an hour-long headfuck, in the […]
SOURCE: A Younger Theatre at 07:45PM on March 1, 2014