In the program of the off-Broadway production of my play Beachwood Drive last year, I wrote in my bio, somewhat facetiously, that among my proudest accomplishments was surviving six rounds of layoffs at the L.A. Weekly. The joke is now on me. That survival streak ended yesterday, when the newspaper’s corporate uberseers in Phoenix eliminated the position of Theater Editor at the paper. Over six years, the “transitions” at this and other papers in the chain have become the alt-weekly’s answer to the French Revolution.
There is a Yiddish word for saying something and then it comes to fruition. It’s escaping us and google. If you know what we’re talking about – send us an email please. This will bug us the whole weekend.