Rachel and I went to see a production of 3 Beckett plays at the perfect location, an old piano factory, on Friday night.

The music for the 2nd play, Ohio, Impromptu was composed by David J. of Bauhaus and Love and Rockets fame. As it was opening night, David J. was in the audience, seated directly in front of me, in fact. Having been an enormous Bauhaus fan as an adolescent it was a little strange to be sitting there behind him. Though at age 33 I suppose I am more starstruck by Beckett...

Was moved by the moment in Krapp's Last Tape where Herr Krapp embraces his reel-to-reel player as avatar of the memory of his long ago lover. Prefiguring cybersex and chat rooms. Fucking the ghost in the machine...