Yesterday, I saw bobrauschenbergamerica. I had lost faith in theatre. I couldn't watch a show without constantly thinking about what was wrong with it, why the artform was dying, and how I'd much rather be at a movie. This show single-handedly revivified my love affair with theatre. I had forgotten how the immediacy of a play can carry an audience member through an entire spectrum of emotion, a journey where you are not at the wheel but there's no set destination anyway, so what the hell? I didn't once "think" while watching the show. I merely "felt" and "experienced," a pleasure I have not felt in quite some time. Unfortunately, yesterday was it's last performance here in Chicago, but if it comes to a town near you, rush to go see it.

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