I didn’t grow up as a Theatre Kid. I mean, yes, I occasionally was in a church or school Christmas play. (6-to-11-year-old me was consistently typecast as a “Wise Man.”Continue readingTheatre: The Gateway Art
Good gargantuadons. It has been a very full last few weeks (particularly the last nine days). Parmatt has been rather ghost-town-y. Well! Here’s a quick rundown of what’s been rattlingContinue readingWhere the Hell is (Par)Matt?
“But unless we are creators we are not fully alive.” -Madeleine L’Engle I begin writing this post in a spare notebook that my dear Michele had lying around her apartment. Continue readingCreate. Listen. Create More.
After a long incubation, Parmatt.com is finally up and running (at least in a beginning form). Whoo-hoo! So what in the blue-hammock-camping-mountaineer is Le Pipeline? Well (not to diminish theContinue readingInitial Post is Initial
