These aren't secrets, but I haven't told anyone either.
I may sound bipolar but I mostly just write about really great things or really bad things. Extremes, right?
I promise my feelings are continuous over the real emotions.

Monday, May 12, 2014

disappointing art

My recent encounters with art have been dissappointing. I saw The Last Five Years which was supposed to be some honest-indie-musical-theater that ended up being only slightly more than a gimmick.

Then the Portland Opera puts on Pirates of Penzance and their dramaturgue gets defensive when someone asks why they're putting on an operetta and I think to myself ooooh shit. And indeed, it is a terrible mistake. About as much substance as a meringue in the Sahara.

I need something to blow my MIND.

On that note I'm thinking of seeing Die Antwood in a week or two. 

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