Seattle, WA
The evergreen corner of this country operates in a wonderful kind willful isolation — shrouded by fir trees and thunderclouds, and cut off from the rest of the world by mountains and double digit drives. It’s a wet, weird primordial soup for art that’s as ideologically as it is geographically removed from big city vogue.
On The Boards is Seattle’s premiere spot for the performance fringes, and this weekend is the kick off of their NW New Works festival — their annual showcase of short works and works in progress by performers from across the region. This year’s hodgepodge features debuts from Amy O’Neal, Molly Sides, Linda Austin, David Schmader, Crying — a new project comprised of composer Jherek Bischoff, Parenthetical Girls' Zac Pennington and Ace New York residency alum Steven Reker — plus a dozen more. 
The whole thing goes down over four programs from June 6-15 — collect ‘em all.
Molly Sides photo by Makenzie Stone

Seattle, WA

The evergreen corner of this country operates in a wonderful kind willful isolation — shrouded by fir trees and thunderclouds, and cut off from the rest of the world by mountains and double digit drives. It’s a wet, weird primordial soup for art that’s as ideologically as it is geographically removed from big city vogue.

On The Boards is Seattle’s premiere spot for the performance fringes, and this weekend is the kick off of their NW New Works festival — their annual showcase of short works and works in progress by performers from across the region. This year’s hodgepodge features debuts from Amy O’Neal, Molly SidesLinda Austin, David Schmader, Crying — a new project comprised of composer Jherek Bischoff, Parenthetical Girls' Zac Pennington and Ace New York residency alum Steven Reker — plus a dozen more.

The whole thing goes down over four programs from June 6-15 — collect ‘em all.

Molly Sides photo by Makenzie Stone


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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