The theatre is a very happy place where actors, dancers, dingers, musicians, stage directors and all kinds of people can do what they do best: make a complete fool of themselves. No I didn't mean to say that: I meant to say that there, on the stage, they can let their responsabilities as sensible adults be what they are and become dreaming children again. One thing, though: someone has to pay for all this rubbish. Someone has to cough up the money to let these people play out their fantasies on the stage. A producer who is resourceful enough, or irrsponsible enough, might just be able to do what's necessary to scrape together the money needed for a beautiful, but in the end, completely useless, show, or play, or musical, opera or whatever you want to call these things. Wonderful, wonderful uselesness. Beautiful nonsense. Dreams. That's what they are. Are dreams useless? Surely they are not, and neither is the theatre. And music. well, to connect music with the word useless would be stupidity incarnate. What did Nietszche say? "Life without music would be a mistake". That's what the man said, and he was pretty good with his little grey cells. So let's sing on the stage of the theatre that we call world and shout at the empty skies. For if we don't make ourselves important, by either pretending to be our life's master, or to be created by the gods, we are lost, lost, lost.
