To the editors:
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First of all, he begins the article with the story of his pilgrimage to New York and spends about three nauseating paragraphs waxing rhapsodic over the East Village and pining for the good old days when he was spending “many a delirious youthful summer night running with a pack of hard-core punks and drag queens”–just to let the reader know that he used to be hip. Spare me.
While I agree that Broadway ticket prices have long been out of control, I fail to see why the success of this production and its producers is a reason for such a violent rebuke. I have difficulty picturing Jonathan Larson and David Geffen sitting around saying, “Hey, I know how we can make a ton of cash. We’ll create a musical about drag queens, addicts, and AIDS victims and then foist it on the American public. They’ve been dying for a show like this!!!” The overwhelming success of this show is a minor miracle and I applaud the fact that finally someone with a voice for the voiceless has hit the lottery. Too bad Mr. Larson didn’t live to enjoy it.
W. Gordon
