Seattle, WA
“It was a pity that there was no radar to guide one across the trackless seas of life. Every man had to find his own way, steered by some secret compass of the soul.” — Arthur C. Clarke
Holcombe Waller's mind wanders. He's been producing and releasing albums on his own since, well, since there was no other choice — his sweet, dulcet voice trickling out like God's gift to song. He's spent the last seven-or-so years of his life in Portland flirting with theater —producing a handful of elaborate conceptual performance pieces for stages around the country.
His latest work is “Wayfarers” — a lurching meditation on navigation, orientation, technology and self-identity — premieres tonight at On The Boards in Seattle, and continues through Saturday.

Seattle, WA

“It was a pity that there was no radar to guide one across the trackless seas of life. Every man had to find his own way, steered by some secret compass of the soul.” — Arthur C. Clarke

Holcombe Waller's mind wanders. He's been producing and releasing albums on his own since, well, since there was no other choice — his sweet, dulcet voice trickling out like God's gift to song. He's spent the last seven-or-so years of his life in Portland flirting with theater —producing a handful of elaborate conceptual performance pieces for stages around the country.

His latest work is “Wayfarers” — a lurching meditation on navigation, orientation, technology and self-identity — premieres tonight at On The Boards in Seattle, and continues through Saturday.


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