Well, I saw this yesterday, at the matinee with Alison Cusano as Janis, and hot damn she was astonishing. I actually really want to go back to see Mary Bridget Davies because I can't imagine someone being a better Janis. The audience was eating this **** up (and the book, if you can call it that, is quite ****ty.) I have to say when the music was blaring and Janis and her incredible Joplinaires (all four of them, top notch - and great to have in the show to let Janis have room to breathe; very smart) were singing at full throated volume, it was unlike anything I've seen.
It's not a great show, but it's amazing.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.