My actors and I were once booked to perform at a Catholic Family Camp somewhere in the U.S. It was one of the spookiest places I've ever been to. The lack of maintenance was appalling - everything was leaking, badly in need of paint, dreary, run down - truly a Catholic Ghetto in the worst sense of the word. The crew and counselors take vows of celibacy - lay camp counselors taking a vow of celibacy. Doesn't that sound like fun? Kind of like being castrated in order to work at McDonald's. "We're not a cult," one of the staff told me when we got there. "Every one in town thinks we're a cult, but we're not a cult!" Before we performed, I was forced to sign a "rider" to our Theater of the Word contract that gave this camp the right to tape our performance and do with it what they wished - including broadcast it or put it on the internet - with no compensation or royalty to be paid to me. This was presented to me backstag...
Godot has finally arrived - but he's a multi-level marketing salesman and you can't get him to shut up.