Omar Willey was born at St. Frances Cabrini Hospital in Seattle and grew up near Lucky Market on Beacon Avenue. He believes Seattle is the greatest city on Earth and came to this conclusion by travelling much of the Earth. He is a junior member of the Lesser Seattle society and, as an oboist, does not blow his own trumpet.
A rumination on Amy O'Neal's dance at On the Boards.
Thoughts on horror, morality, tone, and perspective, courtesy of the UW UTS's Halloween production.
A short preview of Lee Boyle's solo show at Stone Way Cafe tonight.
A little bit on Ries Niemi's Light Bulb Bench in North Seattle.
Thoughts on Howard Barker's In the Depth of Dead Love, Alan Bennett's Denmark Hill and sundry.
An evening of two contrasting halves and two contrasting choreographers, yet all on similar themes. Omar Willey writes.
The search for Malaysia Airlines MH 370 resumes--this time not on land, but underwater.
The interplay of jazz and dance breeds
Some thoughts about Lily Verlaine and Jasper McCann's strain of neo-burlesque, recently espied at The Triple Door.
Thoughts on the BBC's latest Dangerous Visions series.