You Can't Be A Sort Of Pioneer.

You Can Read Ten Books And Finally Come Across One Detail, And It's Like, "now Everything Else Makes Sense. Now I Know Where I Am."

The Only Riots Were The People Trying To Get Tickets.

New Orleans Was A Thrilling Place Of All Kinds Of Races, It Was A Dangerous Place. It Was Really And Truly The Only International City On The Continent Of North America. There Were All Different Races And Everything Was Celebrated, And It Was A Place Of Difference, And Everybody Was Different And It Was So Odd, The Minute That America Took Over, The Minute That The Louisiana Territory Became Part Of The United States Of America, Instantly You Were Either Black Or White. There Was No Nuance. And So A Free Man Of Color Who Could Own Property Was Suddenly Not Allowed To.

Sometimes You Have To Protect The Life Of The Play. It Seems Like Spelling Out Mysterious, Musical Details Can Destroy A Play By Making The Motivations Too Clear, Too Simplex.

I Mean New York City Is The Financial Capital Of The World. It's Where All The Money Passes Through, The Dow Jones, Whatever, That's Where All The Money Goes.