
1 week ago.
April 8th, 2020.
Today, I saw a production of Nine at Lakewood Theater in Lake Oswego, Oregon. It was … amazing. I’ve talked before about how sometimes it feels like I love musicals, but also kind of hate them. Well, this was a time when (despite flaws in the show) I walked away really loving something.
When I was talking about the comic before I launched it, this is what I intended to use it for: To give myself context. To turn my messy life into a neat and tidy narrative that moved from my childhood to the adult I have become.
But that’s not how life works. Even if it is how biopics work.
It’s a great art form written for an audience who has terrible taste.
It’s no wonder two of my favorite things are musicals and comic books.
The problem with wanting to the kind of theater I want to do is that I would not end up with any of the good parts.
I mean, a body positive version of Rocky Horror with all types represented sounds great, but I’m a cis, straight, white dude. Good parts for me are not exactly hard to find.