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And the award for most acting goes to John Kassir!

Or his John Waters analogue Link Larkin, famously played by Michael St. Gerard, Matthew "Butt-Chin" Morrison, and Zac Efron.

"There is no God. There's a Devil, but no God. Would a good God have created us?"

I had a conversation with my friend once, where we discussed hypothetical "what would you do" situations. When given the situation "you're in an abandoned parking lot, a hundred yards from your car, and you see a zombie coming at you, what do you do," he said he would do nothing. "Zombies aren't real, and I know that."

Wouldst tha' like to live deliciously?
Wouldst tha' like a pretty dress?

I thought that was part of the appeal- the Babadook is constructed from things throughout the lives of the characters.

The Babadook's scariness varies depending on which viewpoint you end up taking with it:

TRUE SHOWBIZ TALES #24: Last fall, my producers decided our repertory company would stage "Bye Bye Birdie." Everyone tried to talk them out of it, but they insisted; "It'll be bigger than Jesus Christ Superstar" (our perennial best-seller), "bigger than Rocky Horror! Picture it: whole buses of blue hairs from all the

With Jason Alexander, George Wendt and Broadway star Marc Kudisch. A pretty perfect cast. Alexander is the best recorded Albert Peterson; the character's love ballad famously has a cop-out ending where a different character sings the last few lines since they were out of Dick Van Dyke's vocal range. Alexander sang the

When I took my show to Off-Broadway out of Pittsburgh this summer, I was shocked to see how many musicians have started using the iPad Pro. I suppose if you're working as a theatre musician, where changes can come hard and fast, it makes more sense to use a forever-updating, self-lit digital version than a myriad

I know, but it wasn't all bad, was it? Not even really… half bad. Mm, so soft. So- sensual…

Tjing Tjang Tjing lucy la!

Before there was music, before there was melody, there was noise. People stomped, clapped, hooted and shouted. Hoo! Hah! Hoo! Hah!

Got molested by his uncle, didn't give a shit
His cousin beat him up, he was cool with it
His parents tried to have him institutionalized
He broke free, got wise, time to open their eyes
He was a new messiah, until he wasn't,
Sat back on the couch with his uncle and his cousin.

Honestly, I see "Quadrophenia," The Who's double concept album about a troubled, drugged-up teen with bipolar disorder, as a progenitor to many of the "confessional rap albums" of the past ten years. It's something you don't really see anyone else in popular white-guy music doing (until Billie Joe Armstrong, who

Even then, with a few gimmicky exceptions (i.e. break-in records), genres didn't suddenly fall off the face of the earth and become "unhip," they were simply replaced by more evolved, more sophisticated versions of the same genre. It used to happen faster than it necessarily does today, when modernity and retro appeal

Ask the gays and the working-class marginalized sub-mainstream blacks what's the next thing down the pipeline. Nothing new, nothing big is going to happen to the rest of us in the Big White Mainstream that the gays and subaltern blacks don't already know about.

I know a girl who did some of this.

I can't confirm whether this is true or not, but I read elsewhere on the internet that the song goes on to depict the lonely maiden jumping to her death out of sorrow; this would be the parallel to the Danish woman who jumped to her death, dying IRL instead of just leaving social media like the other trolling victims.