Well then.
Isn't this something.
The union of two different scenes - the trust-fund community-college-drop-out scene of 3.0 and the conglomeration of free-spirited Starbucks baristas and connoisseurs of all things tasteless that make up musical theater scene we see today. Two scenes which are morally corrupt and hopelessly depraved in their own ways.

This certainly will bring a twist into the world of broadway musicals. Never before have we been able to say, "I'm going to drop a hit of acid and see a musical." "I'm going to fire up some dabs and sit through 4 hours of a mind-numbing theatrical performance consisting of rednecks touching a truck." (I'm going to add here that yes, this musical is about touching a truck. I might be leaving out a few details, but my understanding is that is the gist of this entire production. Why? I don't know. But this musical is about touching a truck.)

And you might ask yourself, "What happened to all of our tweezers and stashes and what-have-you of the 90s that we missed so dearly?"

Well, dear phans. Now is the time to ask yourselves - when you find yourselves walking into the Brook Atkinson Theatre in March, hopped up on your goofballs and magic mushrooms, your dreadlocks hanging loose as you blather to those around you about the golden years of Phish - was it worth it?

I think not.