Woodstock, New York and the surrounding towns were the Laurel Canyon of the east coast: an incubator of talent, away from but just close enough to New York City. At first a cultural of fiefdom of Albert Grossman, Dylan's manager, soon the likes of the Band, Paul Butterfield, Van Morrison, Jesse Winchester, and a boy genius named Todd Rundgren came for the seclusion, natural beauty, and cultural buzz. Woodstock took everyone in: some got rich, some got loaded, some got smart, and some wasted away as idealism turned to hedonism. Hell of a story, hell of a town.
Margie needs a job, and fast, if she’s going to pay the rent on her Southie apartment and not end up like that classmate of hers who became homeless and froze to death last week. Mike, her old flame, he got out of the neighborhood and is running his private medical practice in a swanky part of town, real lace-curtain. Margie pays him a “surprise” visit and oil meets water. As the two congenially contend with each other, questions of class, values, ethics, and personal destiny bubble up in this enriching drama. Like his confrontation of grief in Rabbit Hole, Lindsay-Abaire takes an honest, uncomfortable, and hilarious look at class consciousness and what our self-respect is tied up in.