The Atlanta theatrical season of 2010 looks quite dull this year, to say the least. Literally I am completely uninterested in any of the shows at our major playhouses.You would think that in a city where artist, actors, and writers alike, are literally piled on top of one another that our theater selection would be vast. It's hardly that and it boils my blood to see that there aren't a lot of original material hitting the empty stages and playhouse of my fair city. If can't tell by now this disappoints me. I love the theater. I love drama, I love romance, I love music, and i love the dance. Unfortunately in Atlanta the theatrical arts are treated like Oliver Twist, we're the forgotten orphans of Atlanta; mistreated and quite frankly discarded. Despite the many lovers and performers of the arts that there are in the city their just aren't any awesomely groovy production companies in Atlanta. At least none producing quality theater, or producing theater at all.
There seems to be a lack of productivity when it comes to the creation, development, and production of theater in Atlanta. In a city full of so many talented actors, musicians, artist, and writers it baffles my mind to know that their aren't many original productions getting top billing. Hell, getting billed or built at all. But it literally pisses me off that we seem to be getting the scraps of Broadway. What the fuck is Broadway across America, but someones idea of saying "lets throw the little cities a bone and send them something cultural."
I hate that Atlanta is at the mercy of the Broadway Gods. Literally taking whatever we can get because we're starved for true entertainment. It's not just the lack of real theater that has me up in arms, but there aren't any real producers here who are truly dedicated to the craft. The producers in this city have a one track mind, and are quite literally limited to the complete development of poop music, and hip-hop production. Instead of to the cultivation of true pro formers; true artist. It's like being stuck on a single track when there are sixteen other song son the CD.
Think about the bass player and violinist; who quit frankly get looked over. While the hood boy on the corner gets praised for his none talent as a lyricist. (hell half of them don't even play any instruments.) Or the singers who get praised, but their vocal prowess less than exceptional. Look, I love hip-hop just as much as the next person, but I love the craft more. And a few dope beats and some unremarkable singers aren't going to do it for me. I need substance. Give me a power house Broadway singer, phenomenal dancer, and a full on string orchestra any day of the week. But hey who am I, but a lowly third rate blogger, writer, novelist, play write, out of work thespian.
Atlanta truly has the ability to produce some awesome Broadway worthy stars, but the lack of attention to the theatrical community, to the artistic community at large is to say the least, lackluster.
Could someone please send me a decent play, because as much as I love Tyler. He is no Andrew Loyd Webber, and I am bored.
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