I have always had somewhat Catholic tastes that encompassed Pete Seeger to Pete Townshend, the Sex Pistols to Sunny Ade. I used to have to explain this, but now it seems expected of me. Then and now, all of this is bound together.
I could offer my predictions on who will win a Tony, but the writing of that might bore me to sleep. That right there expresses my problem with the majority of the season's offerings -- even most of the good wasn't that exciting.