A Thousand Ways, the new COVID-era performance piece by theatre duo 600 Highwaymen presented virtually this weekend by the ’62 Center, is composed entirely of similarly pointed questions (I think one or two of them even overlapped with the ones J and I had asked each other). In A Thousand Ways, two strangers — participants who reserve tickets for the same time slot — dial into a personalized conference call. There, a pre-recorded voice greets the two strangers and guides both participants through a set of questions (“Who is someone you idolized?”), visualizations (“Picture yourself in a blue car on a dusty highway. Say ‘I’m there’ when you feel it) and partner exercises (“Person A, count down from 5 as Person B traces their forearm from elbow to wrist”). Over the course of the hour, the idea goes, the stranger sharing anecdotes on the other end of the line might become less of a stranger, might “come into focus.” I understood this because at the end of the piece, the pre-recorded voice requested I repeat to my partner, “Am I coming into focus?”
Summer festival cancellations in Berkshire County bring uncertainty for arts students, professionals
Three weeks after receiving her acceptance into a coveted summer production internship, Erin Meadors ’20 received a second email from her new employer. This message did not contain the packet full of forms, housing information and schedules Meadors expected to receive.
In a statement issued yesterday, Williamstown Theatre Festival (WTF) announced the cancellation of all live performances for the 2020 summer season. The seven plays set to perform this year at WTF — including a Robert O’Hara-directed revival of A Streetcar Named Desire and five world premiere works — will instead be released as readings on Audible, the popular platform for audiobooks and spoken-word entertainment.
With student departures from campus coming far earlier than expected this year, Williams students rushed to move their belongings into storage until the fall. Many used the ubiquitous purple pods marked “Connors Brothers Moving and Storage” that crop up on campus during move-in and move-out.
Stephen Sondheim is gay and Jewish.
You could likely make it out of both theatrical productions presented in the ’62 Center for Theatre and Dance this weekend for the Sondheim @90 Festival without realizing this.
Art + Flea, a pop-up shop at 72 Spring St., features the work of local artisans through Tuesday, Dec. 10.
Josh Greenzeig ’20 hits a snare for Melt, which completed a run of shows last weekend. Melt’s single, “Stupid in Love,” is its first since 2018.
Franny Choi, who will teach courses at the College in the spring, negotiates her intersecting identities and past activism through teaching and writing. ETHAN DINÇER/THE WILLIAMS RECORD
Franny Choi does it all — a poet, performer, essayist and former community organizer, she is currently a Gaius Charles Bolin, class of 1889, Fellow in English at the College.
Most students visit The Log for Thursday-night trivia and cavity-inducing cinnamon knots, not close harmony and Irish fiddle. The Williamstown Folk Club is here to change that.
PHOTO COURTESY OF GROVE PRESS/PHOTOFEST Miss Manhattan (Crystal LaBeija), left, and Miss Fire Island, right, compete in the 1967 Miss All-America Camp Beauty Pageant in Frank Simon’s The Queen. On Saturday evening, in anticipation of my invitation to the First Chance senior dance, I showered, shampooed and conditioned my hair, blow-dried my hair, applied anti-perspirant, covered a zit on my chin with “It Cosmetics Medium Tan Color Correcting Cream” (advertised on the tube as “Your Skin, But Better™”), squeezed my bust into a dress I’d bought from Goodwill the weekend prior, adjusted my bust so that less cleavage showed, readjusted my bust so that more cleavage showed, swooped eyeliner across my lids, fluffed my lashes with mascara, readjusted my bust so that less cleavage showed again, put in earrings, glossed my lips, shadowed my eyes, strapped myself into a pair of four-inch red velvet heels and tottered out of my dorm room into the November chill.
Femininity, if you want to “get it right,” is work.