Bedroom Theater
It began when my roommate changed the light bulb in my bedroom. It ended in a five-hour crying spree in the Nevada desert, but will also never be over for me. Bedroom Theater is a productionless event in which there is no audience, only people performing for each other, for the sheer pleasure of performing, and I have resuscitated it here in Chicago for the simple reason that I am lonely and want to slather my loneliness on others.
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The Boston Globe
Lofty standard they perform `Bedroom Theater’ in one of JP’s dwindling artist spaces
Scott S. Greenberger, Globe Staff

Boyer reads from Dracula
A curtain is furled under a pipe that runs just beneath the ceiling, and a spotted cat wanders in. On the makeshift stage there is a ripped couch, a battered metal file cabinet labeled “This Was Your Life,” and a swath of green shag carpet.
Sporting long sideburns and blue Chuck Taylor sneakers, Gabriel Boyer takes the stage and launches into a reading of “Dracula.” The spectators arrayed on the performer’s bed are less than comfortable: The slats beneath his mattress aren’t nailed in, so they tend to shift whenever somebody moves too much.
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