Today is the tenth anniversary of Spalding Gray's death. I miss seeing him perform. Mayberry was a regular stop during his monologue tours, Mrs. T and I never missed a show.
A table, a notebook, and a man telling his life's stories, what could be harder? Yet, each night audiences, within the first sentence or two became spellbound. His monologues were theatre at its best. Spalding's pacing, use of the correct word, his attention to the minutest detail, and his audience's willingness to accept Spald as their new best friend, made his created world an enchanted place to visit, even when the subject was dark and scary.