I’m sitting in Father’s Office in Melbourne drinking a vodka, lime and soda waiting for a friend to arrive. She is seeing My Fair Lady at the Regent and is running late. While I wait my mind starts to wander, I sip my vodka, look at the view of the State Libray of Victoria and ponder the fate of the great Australian musical…
I was on my way Spice Alley on Broadway with a mate when my iPhone rang, someone wanted to have breakfast with me at Sweethearts in Kings Cross, someone famous, could I make it tomorrow? “Yes, of course” I answered. But, wondered who that famous person could be?
You’re tired of people who don’t listen, sick of pleasing everyone but you, you wonder why you wanted to do this in the first place, produce a new Australian musical work, surely you’ve got other things you could be doing…
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