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.
Keith Moon never practiced and his drumming was as much an expression of his personality as were his legendary antics. In There Is No Substitute: A Tribute to Keith Moon various rock musicians, friends, family and celebrities give their own impressions of the man behind the madcap laughs, highlighting his innovations and genuine genius as a drummer. This gorgeously illustrated book is a labor of love without being sentimental. I’d say Mooney would have been proud!