tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6908135998314746510.post7381863651052830030..comments2023-05-11T06:35:56.070-07:00Comments on Confederacy of the Wrong: How many c***'s could a c***-s***er s*** if a c***-s***er could s*** c***s?Darcy Jansenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11771232104341055185noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6908135998314746510.post-55510125044647784872013-07-01T19:57:36.238-07:002013-07-01T19:57:36.238-07:00Would you believe I saw the original production du...Would you believe I saw the original production during its last week (mid-1970s) at (I think) The Village Gate -- it was definitely at one of those trendy beatnik-era places in Greenwich Village (NYC) that flourished for decades but no longer exist -- NYU owns most of The Village now, so it's a really boring place. <br />One of the art majors at my college really wanted to see this before it closed, so a bunch of us went along. At the end of the "play" (more like a musical revue sans costumes), the still-naked cast lined up at the exit and shook hands with members of the audience as they left the theater. At that time, I was a little too embarrassed to look -- I wouldn't be now, but I was then.<br />I was told the play was actually put together to cash in on the popularity of "Oh, Calcutta!" (another musical with nudity that was raking in bucks -- no one I know had ever seen that one, though).KL from NYChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06582480661926980751noreply@blogger.com