I'm sorry, but the Schoenfeld is not a barn. It's one of the smaller theatres on Broadway (13th out of 40 by capacity, according to a quick Wikipedia check) and when I've sat in the mezzanine I've thought it a great location. Admittedly, for some reason, not as great as other similarly-sized mezzanines like the Music Box or Broadhurst, but still a perfectly fine view.
Surely HOLLER IF YA HEAR ME is the current victim of this.
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.