So the former child star tries another ironic comeback route. I was intrigued by this mainly because I happened to see Mr. Feldman and his strikingly proportioned new wife at a performance of Lydia in Bed at Theatre of NOTE a few months ago. Feldman sat, wearing the black sunglasses of practiced anonymity, in the front row. In fact, I didn't recognize him; someone had to point him out to me.
In another piece of scurrilous news in which others are more clued in than I: Yet another critical colleague based here in Gotham has confirmed the rumor about the L.A. Times' imminent hiring of a lead theatre critic, after leaving the post vacant for 3 1/2 years. Actually, what my source said was "they haven't hired but are close to hiring" the new scribe, but more than that he can't say because he's sworn to secrecy. (But he did confirm that it's not this writer).
Finally, I can testify to the usefulness of the Big Cheap Theatre board, where I found the listing for Celia Anne Brown's sublet in Cobble Hill and acted on it immediately.
Brooklyn, here I come.
2 comments:
You will be missed in LA, Rob. Best wishes in NY. I'm sure many of us hope you'll check in with/on us from time-to-time.
--- Ravi
Wow, Rob, what a change! We'll miss you. Keep blogging from the Great White Way and let us know when you come back to LA to do a Ramada or 14 Below show.
{{hugs}}
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