Now, Fela! was a serious musical... shame you hated it.
I think the answer to your question depends on whether you like flatbody pick-up trucks or spangled red thigh-high boots. And if you like both, bless you.
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.
