We were the News-of-the-World Theater Collective, moving from city to city together; we were all married to each other and to the idea of what you could pull from the streams of the news that ran over and around and through our lives. We wanted no one to let that information splash over them without thinking, so much unnoticed linguistic and conceptual sewage. Selene and I were with the company for six years – in the Tenderloin, in various U.S. cities during the year when we were touring by bus, and then back home in San Francisco, where it all broke apart for us.

We’d begun working with the news by accident. Our first performance that meant anything to us, before we even had a name, took place in the living room of the tiny apartment shared by our co-directors, Robert and Julia. We’d rolled up their futons and set up chairs all around the perimeter of the room: we had an audience of about thirty-five, almost all of whom were friends or friends of friends.

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