Director's Notes

From the Pain Pen of Mike Collins

There was no Charlotte Squawks last year. I know what you’re thinking: “That was the one blessing of an otherwise horrid year.” Alright, I’ll give you that. We were just about to start rehearsals when COVID shut us down. That resulted in a ton of material that is no longer topical and should never see the light of day but, for a price, we can be coaxed into coming to your home and performing Charlotte Squawks Sixteen Scandals for you privately. And, like everything else in our pandemic existence, pants will be optional.
So, with our previously planned Squawks 16 securely in the trash can, we present Squawks 16 – Going Viral. It’s an appropriate name given that it, too, escaped from a lab, and will spread like wildfire across this stage.
One more thing: In the 16 years since our first Charlotte Squawks, it appears we have become a nation in which shame is in short supply. BUT NOT HERE! We are only too happy to remind you what a shame everything is, particularly this show. And if you don’t want to be shamed for having bought a ticket to Charlotte Squawks as opposed to the Immersive Van Gogh Exhibit, we have some good news: simply put on a mask! Do it! No one will ever know you were here.