Hollis Makes A Phone Call

In which we’re strangers diving into each other’s brains headfirst. What a treat. CW: Mental health/treatment.

In which we riff riff riff, get a little real about our friendship, discuss parenthood, and pretty much just gush. This is a deeply felt, precious one, my friends. Enjoy.

In which we talk music, new skills, skating through the Kansas City scene the best we can, give thanks to our partners in crime, and play the meanest game of ping-pong you’ve ever heard.

In which we discuss ghosts, self image, mini-crafts, idols, and stranger cats in and out of trashbags.

“And now, for something completely different...” in which we revisit early approaches to theatre, our insecurities, and come to terms with the fact that this WILL be over. Someday.

In which there’s a break from all the silence, too long of an intro, puzzles, record-painting, and an overall smile of a conversation.

In which we do a little scene work, remember the big lessons for tough crowds, remember a few heroes, and traverse new territory in education.

In which the bowler hatted Beckett boys are back in town, sick of waiting, and ready to move forward.

In which we talk of what we leave behind, Nintendo, Easter egg hunts, and the need for connection.

In which two brothers reunite and head west.

In which we tackle missing each other too much to handle, discuss the how the dominos fell in NYC, and accidentally stumble upon a theme song. You’re going to want to listen the whole way through this time. ✌️❤️

In which we discuss our favorite guitarists, most memorable concerts, and days vs. The Bad Day, the right time place for stubbornness, and the process for Every Brilliant Thing.

In which we figure out sound, discuss the future of KC theatre, reminisce, and come to terms with the end of The Living Room’s wonderful story.

In which my sister and I dig up some dirt, talk to her partner, discuss recovery, throw away half-sibling-hood, and laugh about things you weren’t there for,

In which we contemplate what went right, what went wrong, The Artist’s Way, sobriety, Drury Theatre, and what’s next.

In which I talk to my father.

In which we remember Terry Pratchett, reckon with cats, battle sleep, and celebrate five years of an incredible friendship.

In which still find ways to perform, abandon our plans, hold onto the ones we love, and use odd means to fly...

In which we have some Golden Grahams, throw away flakiness, face off with Shakespeare, and “HUH?!”

In which we return to college, Let It Go, shut down Broadway, and get back to theatrical basics.

In which we giggle, goof, grieve canceled shows, and come to terms with how to stay afloat amidst all of this.

In which we contemplate the floor, the fog, the bingeing, rain-pace, integrity, and the chair in the misty corner.

In which I talk to an old college buddy. We tackle our beginnings, our time apart, our reunion, competition, and overall goofiness.

In which we talk about Niles Crane, moving forward, those damn rabbits, and finding a way to dream again.

The one and only KTG picks up the phone. We transcend the pops and crackles and find some peace as the lockdown approaches.

In which a couple of Puffs get real about anxiety, Harry Potter fandom, and the actor’s perspective

The first of many.