I personally kind of adore the Lyceum for all it's quirks and quaint oddities, like the smoking lounge and the gorgeous old lobby, but it absolutely needs to be severely renovated. The separate staircases for Mezz and Balc (vestiges of racism, amazing they still exist), the terribly cramped Balcony seating that's noticeably settling on the sides, the dismal bathroom array (Ladies' room only accessible from inside the Orchestra seating area or onto the fire escape in the Balcony? Do I recall that correctly? I am a man, but that shocked me when I took a little walkabout before I saw GHETTO KLOWN there...)
The Shuberts need to pull a Belasco and make that theatre a jewel. Or at least pull a Booth and make it presentable.
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.
I posted it last night. But maybe I should have used a better title. Link
If anyone ever tells you that you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.