Reviewed for DCist, just like I used to do.
I dug the show, but the really memorable part of the evening was the sad but soul-nourishing conversation I had with the great and good Dave McKenna (who was there in house right Row J next to me, reviewing for the Post, like I also used to do) afterwards. Dave was kind enough to give me a lift home after the show. We talked about how bad things have gotten for anyone trying to earn a living from writing. “Next time we’ll talk boxing,” he promised.