Mallory Moad

Rogue Reviews: Delusions and Grandeur/Emil Amok, Lost NPR Host: Married to PETA & Other Untold Tales From an American Filipino Life/The Great Gorbolski

by Mallory Moad


A beautiful woman wearing an elegant black dress is seated onstage, devouring a sandwich like it’s her last meal on earth and talking with her mouth full. Thus begins the prologue for Delusions and Grandeur, a classical music/clown show hybrid from Karen Hall.

Rogue Review: The Jester of All Maladies

by Mallory Moad


Kurt Fitzpatrick is an actor. He’s also the survivor of cancer. But The Jester of All Maladies, Kurt’s solo show, is neither a disease-of-the-month chronicle nor a therapy show (in which the audience is subjected to the performer’s trials and tribulations in self-serving detail). What it is, is a side-splitting, thought-provoking celebration of living, and the events and people in Kurt’s journey that have allowed him to remain that way.

Spectral Raven Theatre Company Presents Red Fiend

by Mallory Moad



Blame it on Uncle Joe. Local professor, playwright, and director of spooky spectacles, Maria Coon, credits this beloved family member with inspiring her love of horror literature and films. And just in time for Halloween, Maria will once again be sharing her favorite genre with a part audience-immersive, all scare-the-pants-off-you production, Red Fiend.

Nate Butler At The Silent Movies

by Mallory Moad



“I’ve been a fan of silent movies since before I ever saw one.” Those are the words of well-known local entertainer, Nate Butler. One of his many passions, Nate began reading about classic cinema when he was a kid. His fascination with old movies and their history began when he got his first library card at the age of seven, and he’s been soaking up information like a sponge – and generously sharing it – ever since.

Make Music Day in Fresno

by Mallory Moad



Dance like no one is watching. You know – don’t worry about what others may think, just jump around and wave your arms with wild abandon in an exuberant statement of self-expression. What if you sang like no one is listening? Or played a guitar or kazoo, or beat out a rhythm on a drum or box with a complete lack of self-consciousness, just for the sake of making music?

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