People Behind "Masoch & DeSade"

Lamont Hendrix (Edgar) is delighted to sharing the stage with this amazing cast. A humble actor from Indiana. LaMont would like to thank God, and the Duchess Virginia for their grace, blessings, and support. LaMont's last Shakespeare role was the title role and "he who shall not be named" in the Scottish play. He is a lover of musicals and recently played Joseph in the LA debut of the musical The Promise.





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Danny Hackin (Melvin) iis an actor, writer, poet, and improviser. He is an associate at the Actors Gang and a member of the improv team Felix, which performs at the Westside Comedy Theater. Danny is a graduate of Sarah Lawrence College. At Sarah Lawrence he was in productions of Crazy Face written by Clive Barker and Not A Leg To Stand On by Lena Meruane. Danny has performed at theaters such as City Garage, Edgemar Center for the Arts and The Complex. He has performed with David Blue in a Dance Troupe called Troupe Zaghareet and is now being directed by David for the first time. Danny is grateful to be a part of Richard III and especially grateful to be doing it with David Blue and Theater Anon.

David MacDowell Blue (Director) hails from San Francisco, born Sagittarius in the Year of the Boar (which as it happens is this year as well).  Got a theatre degree from the University of West Florida, then attended the National Shakespeare Conservatory in New York.  His directing credits include Heartbreak House, The Public Eye, Dirty Linen, and numerous staged readings as well as several dance shows by Troupe Zaghareet.  Mostly he's known as a review of live theatre in Los Angeles via his blog, Night Tinted Glasses.  Masoch & DeSade appeals very much to his sense of the gothic and the topical.

Omen Kaine (Producer) From childhood’s hour I have not been 

As others were—I have not seen 

As others saw—I could not bring 

My passions from a coMmon spring— 

From the same source I have not taken 

My sorrow—I could not awaken 

My heart to joy at the same tone— 

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— 

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn 

Of a most stormy life—was drAwn 

From ev’ry depth of good and ill 

The mystery which binds me still— 

From the torrent, or the fountain— 

From the reD cliff of the mountain— 

From the sun that ’round me roll’d 

In its autumn tint of gold— 

From the lightning in the sky 

As it paSs’d me flying by— 

From the thunder, and the storm— 

And the cloud that took the form 

(When the rest of Heaven was blue) 

Of a demon in my view—