I finished the 9th grade with Ds & Fs but passed the G.E.D. with a score more than adequate to enter the University of Texas at El Paso.
Instead, at age16, I went north to a concert in Denver featuring Jimi Hendrix, Big Brother & the Holding Company, Frank Zappa and several others. Afterward, in Boulder, I was inducted into Spring School, an alternative for dropouts. One of the other student's dad was renowned Beckett scholar, Vivian Mercier.
I read it on one of my early LSD trips and imnediately declared it "my bible."
I laughed so hard during Tricklock's production in Albuquerque I tipped over the chair and fell on the floor. What might've at another time been a faux pas appeared to be appreciated by the actors and, I like to think, spurred them on to the performance that 30 years later remains a high point of my life.
Cogitating on what to do next, I thought to travel the west attending performances. A fine whim if ever there was.
Waiting For Godot (2001)
Directed by Michael Lindsay-Hogg
Lucky's Speech
Stephen Brennan - Lucky
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