I had an image in my head of people who went to edgy art performances on weekend nights.

They were these cool, bohemian, worldly types who’d seen all of Beckett’s plays.  Who actually knew what Beckett’s plays were about to begin with.

This Friday when a friend and I braved our way to Goodhart (we almost didn’t go because of the cold), a very different audience awaited us.

So many of the people occupying the seats in the theatre were suburban parents, old couples wearing block colors and wind breakers. It was incredibly endearing for some reason.

It was with this audience that I saw all those edgy performances that night. A monologue about how the sky never dims anymore and you can’t see the stars, a dance video inspired by an artist who I mistook for the guy who illustrated the Roald Dahl books.