Thirty years ago I was the advertising director at Sebastian’s/West. It was during the Casino’s 1980s incarnation as a dinner playhouse. The domed structure was already a historic building by then … with its requisite share of ghost stories.
In the daytime, black walls surrounded a dark, empty space that seemed lifeless and old. It was at night - when the dinner was gone and the buffet tables stored, when the MC had uttered his bright and brief remarks - that the magic happened. The house lights would dim to the shuffle of unseen shadows before the stage lights came up and the audience found itself instantly transported …whether into Neil Simon’s New York apartment in Chapter Two, or the misty glens of Brigadoon. more~
