Jonathan Larson’s journey of being a tormented artist is both inspiring and completely off-putting. There is something, as an artist, that needs to celebrate artistic stillness — not to say mediocrity — because as artists we tend to be mediocre at times and need to understand our journey to coming toward better days. At the same time, there is something very very self-pat-on-the-back-hand-millennial that makes for a tiring show with a very so-so score, which likes cohesion and reminds me…
