I never get out to see plays. Ever. In fact, I really am not much of a theatre-going gal. If I attempt to get out of the house, it’s usually for a rock show. But I had been hearing abou shAme at King King for a few weeks, and, well, it IS a rock show–in a way–so I decided to risk it.
Why, you may ask, was it an iffy proposition?
Because shAme is a rock opera.
A rock opera of The Scarlet Letter.
Yeah. The droning, oppressively symbolic gothic novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne, from the mid-1800s.
It coulda been lame. It coulda been all sorts of wrong. Let me just say: It effing RAWKED.
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