Here she is, boys: the 500th post on this blog, which is not quite ten years old.
500?
That’s WAY too many.
Some may view this as an impressive accomplishment. You’re welcome to your opinion. But I’m sure we can agree that I have a lot to say about this world of musicals. At this point, I feel like I’ve run out of words. And, since I know the average length of a post, I can reveal that I’ve put more than half a million words on this site.
That’s WAY too many.
But there was no one to stop me once I started. And that makes blogging markedly different than musical writing. The late great Mark Sutton-Smith got me a free website, and off I went. Writing musicals, you always need collaborators, such as a producer and a theatre willing to put your piece on. They make their determinations – to present or not to present – based on an assessment of the quality and marketability of your work. No gatekeeper exists in the blogging world. Any idiot can put words up on the internet. Half a million, in this idiot’s case.
That’s WAY too many.
I’ve been thinking a lot in the past four months about the things we give away for free. You don’t pay to read this, and I don’t earn anything from writing it. In the fevered world of Facebook, an unhappy cacophony of worry and outrage, I decided to counter-program. Every day, I put up a song of mine. Every week, I live-stream a free concert devoted to a different Broadway songwriter. I feel good about entertaining Facebook readers that way, but it’s yet more giving away my art for free.
And that devalues everything. If my songs and concerts are any good, then, the theory goes, I deserve compensation for my work. From the consumer’s point of view, there’s all sorts of musical material you can enjoy for free, or for the price of watching a brief advertisement. We who create musicals aren’t being paid for the huge amount of work we do, generally. In a world where theatres are open, a tiny percentage earn a share of ticket prices, but that’s not happening as I write this. It’s as if the world is telling me “That thing you do, musical theatre writing, well, we think it’s worthless. You’re being paid (not!) accordingly.”
So, now that I’ve done my 500th post here –
That’s WAY too many.
it’s time I put down my pen. I’ve given you, dear reader, quite a lot to read, and the site will remain up: Read posts you haven’t read before, or revisit ones you have. You can also listen to my three SoundCloud pages –
and search my name on YouTube. If I had my druthers, you’d enjoy my writing the way it was intended to be enjoyed – live in a theatre, and you’d have to pay for a ticket.
And I suspect you already know this, but here goes again: musical theatre is a living art, meant to be experienced live. Sounds created by singers, musicians, orchestrators and sound designers are supposed to bounce off the walls of an auditorium into living ears. And if you applaud, or perceptibly react, the performers will take that in. You’ll feed their performance, with energy flowing across the footlights in both directions. That’s the way it ought to be.
Much as we all enjoyed the Disney+ video of Hamilton, there’s no denying that the energy of the viewing audience had no effect on the cast, who did their work many years ago. You may feel like you got away with a bargain, having spent less than ten dollars so your whole household could see it again and again. Liveness is so important to me, I feel I got a bargain when I paid $150 to see it in a New York theatre
Of course, no one has that option now. But there’s a couple fears I can’t help expressing. One is that in a world where everybody gets used to paying next to nothing for a how, it will become increasingly harder to convince people to see live theatre. The nature of liveness, so important to me, isn’t so important to other people.
The other fear is broader, about performing arts in general. The revenue stream has been turned off at the spigot. When will it get turned on again? Relatedly, when will audiences feel confident about assembling in a theatre? Will I live to see the day?
Instead of blogging, I’ll be concentrating on ways I can eke out some income through my art. It’s something I’ve been doing all my life, and it’s hard to accept that the opportunity to squeeze some lucre from my artistic activities has ended before my life did. “The theatre is dying,” we often say. I’ve been working with a think tank of sort, attempting to innovate answers for this strange new world.
And this website, I suspect, will evolve into more of a demonstration of what I’ve done, what I can do. Look for pages to pop up about most of my shows. Perhaps I’ll offer dramaturgical services. And look, in the real world, for more musicals by me. I’m not giving up writing those. I really don’t expect that, when my 25th show is produced, I’ll say,