My overall impression
Abby is f*cking awesome. This is my idea of everything a good solo show should be: deeply personal, a little unhinged, unapologetic, full of energy, well-crafted, and with a vital purpose for telling the story. If you’re not gonna put it all out there, why do it?! I love that the aesthetic of the show mirrors what seems to be Abby’s personal and intellectual aesthetic: imperfect, unpolished (intentionally crafted so), and scattered, but with the ability to settle into a grounded place of truth that – literally – packs a punch. As an audience member, I felt like the best friend rooting on a teetering fighter (mind you, I just met Abby during Fringe…but she has an openness that allows for immediate connection, which is refreshing). Her emotion was real, always in-the-moment, and I appreciated her generosity in sharing. And the spaghetti had me in hysterics (btw, one of my favorite foods is spaghetti with ketchup).
Thanks, Abby, for reminding me of why theatre is a necessary and powerful tool for making meaning out of life.
