Someone who is known to be a DIVA.
That would be Patti Lupone, who was the original Broadway "Evita," and once took a shot at playing Mrs. Lovett in a revival of "Sweeney Todd." No, she was no Angela Lansbury. No, I've never been a fan. Until now.
Anyone care if they never see Patti Lupone again?
Unfortunately, most people would be just as content going to an Ariana Grande show, or sitting their asses in a more tolerant theater where "Phantom of the Opera" or "Chicago" plays with anonymous cast members who wouldn't dare to make a fuss or stop the show.
It still surprises me, a little, that people would pay fucking HIGH PRICES and STILL not shut the fuck up or stop texting. That's the problem with rich assholes. Nothing bothers them. They go make noise in a theater, laugh too loud in a restaurant, make a scene in a posh shop, and they get away with it. It's all about them.
The only thing artists can do is be louder. Steve Hackett mentioned that when he was in Genesis, he "couldn't wait for the loud part and blast the fuckers," because they were being so rude and chattery during his intricate, soft solo moments.
It's really insane. People have no attention spans, no manners. No wonder: some of the high-end jobs rely on people acting like loudmouths and animals: stockbrokers yelling on Wall Street, lawyers being pricks in court, and business bastards whipping their subordinates with threats and bluster.
Yeah, Patti. PS, you aren't hearing the half of it. You're far away from the mezzanine where people are not only chattering away, but engaged in all the old nuisance behaviors...rattling cellophane, sucking loudly on sweeties (hard candy, I mean), making odd burpy noises, and chewing gum loudly. Or, how about chewing gum loudly and periodically pulling out strands and popping 'em back in? Chomp chomp, pull pull, chomp chomp!
And we all know how many bootleg recordings ain't worth shit because of all the extraneous noise.
It doesn't even matter that EVERY theater has an announcement before the lights dim, reminding everyone to behave and TURN OFF THE CELL PHONES and RESPECT THE ARTISTS and, everyone else in the fucking theater, too.
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