Your lyre-like chest! Chords pour from your blonde arms! Strong heartbeats resound in the abdomen where the double sex sleeps! You stalk the night, gently moving first this thigh, then the other, then the left leg.The Mask of Evil by Bertolt Brecht...
riding a black horse through a Birmingham slum as children and women scramble for cover and the staccato opening chords of the show’s theme song, “Red Right Hand” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, begin to play, it was clear Murphy was right to back himself. “The haircut, the suits...