B: I was at the end of a particularly good year for me when A, my mentor and former teacher, called me up. It was during a thunderstorm. —Hey A!

A: I have to… I think I’m gonna kill her.

B: … Kill who? (no answer) A? Who are you killing?

A: Carmelita Tropicana.

(A loud crack of THUNDER.)

Thus begins Give Me Carmelita Tropicana! — part love letter to an iconic performance artist, part intergenerational debate about the legacy of “downtown” New York, part theatrical interrogation of the uses/abuses of nostalgia, real estate, “representation”, and the “avant-garde,” 100% fantastical journey in which Branden Jacobs-Jenkins attempts to buy Carmelita Tropicana from her creator… but at what cost?