My Body of Work

Holly M Brinkman—The Rachel Browne Theatre

In my younger years, I sang, and I had a voice. Like many things in life, you use-it-or-lose-it. With the singing, I could belt out a good scream. Aside from song, when does a good scream come in handy? For a teenage boy? Where else but the strip clubs! Today, you don’t see many but in the 1980s, every bar became a strip venue over lunch hours. They were everywhere and they were good for “a scream.”

Then I grew up and there was no reason to scream anymore—not until today. Forty years ago, my scream rattled windows. Today, I sadly found that the best I could muster was the mewling of a cat. For this show, I wish that could belt out screams like I used to. The final 10 minutes of the show are THAT MUCH FUN! Oh, and so are the first 50 minutes.

Ray Yuen