Ruminations inspired by the final Public Theater performance of
The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs
Sunday, March 18, 2012 at 2pm
Public Theater, Martinson Hall, 425 Lafayette
This piece of writing can’t be a typical review for many reasons. The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs has been reviewed for two years in its many forms and we know what it is (one man’s story of his adoration and frustration with Apple and its cult and the factories that create the cult objects) — my summary of its journey on stage on this day plot-wise and dramatic structure-wise is now irrelevant. I thought what I was going to be doing when I purchased my ticket for this return engagement as soon as the Public Theater Member tickets became available weeks and weeks ago was to catch this piece of the cultural zeitgeist before it cut a swath somewhere else, before all the “do it yourself from the published versions of the script provided by Daisey himself with blanket permission to do just that” started springing up, crazy quilt, across the globe. I wanted to see the man himself do this show at one of his theatrical homes. And then, living in real time one of the memes of this piece of theatre, the whole megillah changed. The paradign shifted. In Daisey’s words repeated at several points of his monologue, “I can feel the metaphor shifting underneath me.”
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© Martha Wade Steketee (March 19, 2012)
Original posting on Steketee’s blog Urban Excavations at urbanexcavations.com.