HEY, GUYS?  YOU CAN GO AWAY NOW.
If you missed it, former Jeune Lune principal Barbra Berlovitz won gold in the Ego Olympics again with a dazzling quote in Tom Poole’s recent MN Playlist post.  Poole talks about the idea of a theatrical style specific to Minnesota, and Berlovitz chimes in to remind us all how lucky we were to breathe the same air as Theatre de la Jeune Lune.

“A Minnesota style? Not sure what that would be. What I know is that when we started we were the only ones doing playful, physical, image-based, invented theater. Now there are lots of people working in this way and it’s part of most theatre departments. I suppose we influenced that somewhat.”

We should probably throw them a parade.  A big Jeune Lune ticker-tape parade where they get to ride down Hennepin Avenue on the back of a giant elephant while we all cheer and throw flowers at them.  The mayor could hire a skywriter to throw up a cloud of smoke that reads “Thanks for your brilliance!” and we could get some small children to wash their feet in all the best perfumes.  Then, as they gaze intensely at the spectacular fireworks display over the river, that’s when we rear back and punch them solidly in the face.

HEY, GUYS?  YOU CAN GO AWAY NOW.

If you missed it, former Jeune Lune principal Barbra Berlovitz won gold in the Ego Olympics again with a dazzling quote in Tom Poole’s recent MN Playlist post.  Poole talks about the idea of a theatrical style specific to Minnesota, and Berlovitz chimes in to remind us all how lucky we were to breathe the same air as Theatre de la Jeune Lune.

“A Minnesota style? Not sure what that would be. What I know is that when we started we were the only ones doing playful, physical, image-based, invented theater. Now there are lots of people working in this way and it’s part of most theatre departments. I suppose we influenced that somewhat.”

We should probably throw them a parade.  A big Jeune Lune ticker-tape parade where they get to ride down Hennepin Avenue on the back of a giant elephant while we all cheer and throw flowers at them.  The mayor could hire a skywriter to throw up a cloud of smoke that reads “Thanks for your brilliance!” and we could get some small children to wash their feet in all the best perfumes.  Then, as they gaze intensely at the spectacular fireworks display over the river, that’s when we rear back and punch them solidly in the face.

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