The Wicked Stage

Fred Armisen's recent dump on the one-man show is easy pickin's, no doubt, but it's smile-worthy nonetheless (h/t Playgoer ). (F...

When faced with the choice to save her lover by submitting sexually to his torturer, Tosca sings "Vissi d'arte." When Billy Bi...

I know he's been busy putting together TEDxBroadway , but how did the industrious blogger at Producer's Pespective miss Jonah Lehre...

The post-Tina Brown New Yorker has not been known for its squeamishness (am I the only one who vividly remembers the awkward shock of that ...

A start to a busy week, post-Queens move, means more quick hits out the gate: Mike Daisey breaks through the Ira Glass ceiling and apparentl...

My friend and colleague Molly Smith Metzler had a really shitty Christmas: She got a bad case of mono just as her long-anticipated and star-...

After from a six-month sublet in Cobble Hill, Greenpoint, Brooklyn has been my New York home since early 2006. I moved here with my then-gi...