Title Goes Here, or Why I Love Theater

I have been reading a lot and seeing a lot of plays.  Finished reading “In the Lake of the Woods” by Tim O’Brien in the morning yesterday.  Then I picked up “A Spy in the House of Love” by Anais Nin, obviously I read in no particular order.  Last night we saw “Apartment 3A” by the Workhorse Theatre Company in North Minneapolis.  This morning, more reading of Nin.

In the last three weeks, I got the chance to volunteer in the box office for Off-Leash Area’s production of “The Jury,” which I was fortunate enough to see three times.  As Jay and I watch less televised material, I find myself filling the space with theater and reading.  This is a good thing.  I feel so much more like ‘myself’ – more natural, less dissatisfied.

I don’t know what it is about live theater that touches me so – whether it’s great work or not – I think it’s that it’s the honest effort to be alive.  More than alive.  To be alive and at the same time juxtapose another life onto life.  I find it magical and fascinating, and I love that people try.  Another thing I love about live theater is that it only happens once.  The same play runs, obviously more than once, but the experience of it as an audience member – that only happens once.  If you see a show multiple times, you have multiple experiences, not the same experience muptiple times.

Normally, theater is just something I do for fun, enjoyment, enlightenment, too, but I have made  the discovery that it is also a coping tool for me.  When I can’t stand life – when things are just too difficult, take me to see a play.  I don’t care if it’s A Charlie Brown Christmas or what.  Live theater is a curative.  A salve.  Neosporin to my soul.  🙂

Anyway, I love theater.  So there you have it.  And books are not bad either.