I enjoyed this one man show more than I thought I would. He was very intense and passionate. He kept my full attention 99% of the time. I really appreciated his delivery and how he looked into the audience to connect with us. The story was sad and meaningful with a touch of humor and grace. Kudos to the playwright/actor.

So much "stage memoir" is full of rage, and though we often understand that it is important for the writer-performer to get this vitriol out of his or her system, an audience can expire from the tedium if not from the toxic fumes. Very rarely does such work actually inspire an audience with its sincerity. Here, we have a performer who has much to be angry about, and we see, in raw, painful detail, how he has often turned his anger upon himself. But he has worked with it, and worked with himself, so we are able to enjoy and revel in the result, even as our eyes fill with tears.

Personable entertainer. Combined storytelling, live music (played guitar), audio effects, slides.

Very small, bare-bones venue, in need of more ventilation. Borderline neighborhood (homeless camped out on sidewalk near the bldg), but a short walk from Powell Street BART and close to some decent restaurants (Miss Saigon on 6th/Mission or Little Joe's on 5th Street, for example).

When he walks out try to vision a young Kenny Rogers; his life story is amazing, it pulls at your heart and draws you in. He's a true all american cowboy from Utah, has his bestfriend onstage (guitar), sings (several) - a memorable song titled Bones, has many dreams of moments with his missing Father - such as, Jesus at the campfire, or Hamlet riding shotgun through the desert. It's a true story about a cow-boy>man whose father walks away and never returns. The son endures a trying life in search of understanding why his father left.