Cleveland Curtain Curmudgeon

Welcome to Cleveland Curtain Curmudgeon. If it happens on a stage, in a restaurant, or at a barre in Northeast Ohio, I probably have an expert’s opinion about it—and I’m not shy.

Here you’ll get my candid thoughts on plays, concerts, restaurants and hotels. But you’ll also get the inside scoop on my current creative projects, slices of memoir from my New York dance life, and occasional dispatches about events and issues that catch my eye. It’s a living, breathing journal that’s as opinionated as it is personal.

This is the where I take apart whatever’s shoved in front of me. I punch up, not down: owners, managers, artistic directors, and business systems are fair game, but the server sprinting between tables and the kid in the front line of a tap number are not. If the food is cold, the staging lazy, or the policies absurd, expect me to say so and put the blame where it belongs: on the leaders who designed it, ran it, or should have fixed it. These reviews may be blunt, but they follow one rule: never humiliate people just trying to make a living or learn; hold accountable the professionals who should know better. 

Snarky, affectionate commentary is how I hope you read me. Browse my reviews, poke around the galleries and side projects, and indulge me by reading my bio.

WARNING: This website is for adults 18 and above. I write about adult themes with, sometimes, adult language. Reader discretion advised.