So back in the early 2000s there was a little musical called [title of show], by Hunter Bell and Jeff Bowen. It was a tiny show that chronicled its own creation and in doing managed to be, in my opinion, one of the most sincere and honest pieces of media about such things. I have a long personal history with the show, including seeing it in New York in its closing stretch, but it involves someone who’s not really in my life anymore and more than that it’s not really relevant to this post.
This is just me wanting to be up front about things, not because I think they makes me unique but because I know they don’t. This is a little bit “the artist on art” and a little bit “quarantine crazies” and a little bit, well.
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