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Timothy Williams and Philip King. Photo credit: Tom Hurst
Mad Cow Theatre presents Billy Bishop Goes to War, the award-winning musical drama written and composed by John Gray in collaboration with Eric Peterson, opening August 3 and running through August 26, 2012 at Mad Cow Theatre in Orlando, Florida.
An unlikely hero and the worst student in the Royal Military College, Billy Bishop went on to become the most decorated officer of the Royal Canadian Flying Corps in World War I. John Gray and Eric Peterson’s hilarious and poignant play tells the story of high-flying escapes, and love and loss on the front lines of battle in this two-man show featuring a piano player who accompanies Billy as he regales the audience with tales of war and includes all the characters he met along the way.
Billy Bishop Goes to War will feature Mad Cow veteran Timothy Williams (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf) as the title character. Eric Zivot (Next Fall, Hedda Gabler) will direct, joined by Philip King (Next to Normal) as musical director.
The holiday season is upon us, and perhaps you are considering giving the gift of a good book! Here are the most lovely and readable and immediately compelling books we have produced recently to help you in your quest. Order soon to have them delivered in the next couple of weeks! (And did you know that ours come nicely packaged?)Tuesday December 3, 2013 in Meta-Talon
by Chloë Filson
In a recent Meta-Talon article, “Reflections on Regionalism,” Megan Jones referred to the “quietly profound writers that dwell in far-off corners and dense urban hotbeds of this vast country.” This description points to one of the most important – or at least one of the most critically discussed – tensions in Canadian literature: urban vs. rural.Thursday November 28, 2013 in Meta-Talon
Tuesday November 26, 2013 in Meta-Talon
“With this magazine cover, I know it’s only a prototype, but with this cover, we decided to concentrate on the mole. This may look to you and me like an ordinary, and might I add rather famous, mole on a human face. Yet if we were to make that assumption, we would both be making a rather naive supposition.”
Candy blinked and stifled a yawn.
“Because,” roared F with wild eyes, nearly startling Candy out of her seat, “the mole is not a real mole at all!”
“Okay, Doc, I believe you. Just chill, okay.”
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