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January 16, 2008

Crapalot

Last night, Thomas and I went to see Camelot at the ASU Gammage. Rather than building any suspense, let's just get into the meat and potatoes of it.

Worst. Show. Ever.

Srsly.

I don't know what was worse: constantly nodding off from boredom or actually being awake for parts of it. It wasn't even bad enough to make it fun or enjoyable. It was just plain bad. We fled during intermission. With about half of the audience.

Thomas pointed out that in the 60s, people considered this to be a high form of grand entertainment.

Now I totally understand why so many people dropped acid in the 70s.

Comments

What? You couldn't have stayed and started singing along with them? Or taking flash photography? Or holding a conversation loudly with the person next to you?

All of which sound as if they would have been apropos.

I once suffered through a theatrical college production of "Jekyll & Hyde". Oh. My. God. The lead looked like Kid Rock wearing an Avril Lavigne wig. They didn't perform "I Need To Know" as the opener...which was probably a good thing. Bone-crushing theater should be outlawed.

Maybe you should have dropped acid during intermission.

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