The worst constructed play is a Bach fugue when compared to life.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
I see it as my job to try to keep Bach in the mainstream and present his music with, rather than without, its emotional core.
Any species capable of producing, at this earliest, juvenile stage of its development... the music of Johann Sebastian Bach, cannot be all bad.
I've never been in a bad play. There might have been bad productions and I might have been bad in them, but I've never been in a play that wasn't interesting or worthwhile doing on some level.
I used to love Bach.
Life must be lived as play.
The difficulty of writing a good theatre play set in new reality was even greater given that the level of similitude to life that is allowed in a film would not work on the stage.
I've seen plays that are, objectively, total messes that move me in ways that their tidier brethren do not. That's the romantic mystery of great theater. Translating this ineffability into printable prose is a challenge that can never be fully met.
I always find Bach to be an expression of a love of life. There's an enthusiasm that's absolutely contagious.
There is nothing like a Bach fugue to remove me from a discordant moment... only Bach hold up fresh and strong after repeated playing. I can always return to Bach when the other records weary me.