Brendan Griffin

www.clybournepark.com

How’s that for news?

So, as you know Clybourne has gone the way of Lazarus over the last week having been buried and then resurrected without much cosmetic impact in the end. After a week in the entertainment ICU we are back on as previously stated with only one week’s difference in between. I won’t barf all over the room about it I will simply send you to the authorities. Playbill has the scoop.

So…

SO.  The last few days have been like giving birth. Well, no. I saw my wife do that and it’s not at all the same. It was stressful. I will say that. HOWEVER! We are back online according to Mr. Patrick Healy of the New York Times and about every other major news outlet available to internet goers. Seriously. Just do a news search for Clybourne Park and see what happens. It’s actually a little exciting. Jesus, this has been a little like a codependent relationship. But we have a home and a wonderful lead producer in Jordan Roth and Jujamcyn Theatres. So thanks to all for your support and we’ll see you on 48th Street. Until then please remember that you can find us at The Mark Taper Forum in LA until February 26th.

Clybourne Park will come home to New York in April! We have found a home on 48th Street in none other than the Walter Kerr Theatre. It’s taken a few years but it’s all happening.

Wow.

I feel safe in posting this news as the New York Times has announced the transfer but part of me is still afraid I’ll get thrown in publicity jail. Well, I suppose part of that also comes from never having posted news of a BROADWAY TRANSFER(!!) Opening is April 12th. Exciting stuff. Now all I have to do is shoot my wife in the head and stuff her in a duffle bag to get her on the plane back from LA. So that should be fun. 

Hey to any and all from (apparently) around the world,

Today is the big day. Well, a big day on the way to another big day. Tonight is Opening Night at the Mark Taper Forum for our play “Clybourne Park”. Now please understand that Opening Night is more like Actor Christmas. The day previous is unbearably long, we can’t sleep that night, and we open the next days newspaper with the excitement and trepidation of a feral ten year old who’s been praying for a Sega Genesis but knows he’s been enough of a dick to warrant a getting lump of coal. I’m pretty sure we’re not getting coal but the mystery is still exciting. Think the phone before caller ID. Who could it be? Anyhow, I hope you’ll see it and tell your friends. We’re here all month, eight shows a week, babe. More news to come.