Broadway Mark came to our Christian college campus and gave a speech about his experiences as pianist for a road show promoting abysmally wicked aspects of Texas history. He talked about the wild parties after the show as being the most memorable aspect of that, at least to him. Oh! So obviously his speech did not make a big impression at our Christian college, needless to say. Why do I have to explain this obvious point? How stupid can you be? How rude is Modesto to insert their stupid Hollywood nose into that worthless pile of garbage? Obviously, Modesto has sold its soul to those ugly dogs, needless to say.
We also heard Mark's voice online talking about how he is so shy of the spotlight, not wanting to detract by confusion from the accomplishments of the harmonica player from San Francisco, whose name is identical to his. Ok, fine.
Mark needs to be free to focus his attentions on those elderly aging Broadway biddies whose well established stage careers allow them to pay him big bucks to accompany their songstress acts in cabarets and other venues. Ok, fine.
Perhaps Mark had not heard that I am changing careers now and won't be going there. So if I someday get around to writing a book requiring a depth of comprehension of various psychological and theological points, I won't be needing the services of simple-minded party boy Broadway Mark. Needless to say.
Broadway shows are all about assembling a formulaic number of automatic widgets in such a way that people may be stimulated to cheer for the hero and boo the villain, thus selling X number of tickets. Ditto to Hollywood.
But for us regular folks life, the truth, is more complicated than that.
