I’m happy to say I caught closing night of Allen Johnson’s solo show Another You last night at On the Boards, and it was something to see. The house was sold out, as I’m told it was for the majority of the four-night run, and the show was really, really good—dark, mercilessly autobiographical, and frequently ugly as hell, but Johnson is a great natural performer with a deft way of handling the heaviest shit, and every blood- and shit-stained anecdote served the greater good of the piece, which ends up saying something new about one of the oldest and richest subjects on record: men and their fathers.

Another You is gone for now, but I imagine it will be returning for an encore or remount sometime soon. I’ll keep you posted.