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Just got word that the UCB Theater as I knew it is no more. Very sad day for me, and a lot of swirling emotions. Did the place have flaws, especially as they grew and grew? Sure. But I hope people don't spend time dancing on the grave. Because I am one of the lucky ones who was -
- there when people like me, the people with the weird ideas, had no place to go. And I was lucky to have the vantage point that despite the headaches, deep down it was rooted in good intentions. I'll miss it. Honestly? Haven't been there in a few years, so I've been missing-
- what I had for a while. But I always felt like it was still connected to its roots, and that new generations were getting their version of what I got out of it. I know it will still stay in some form, and honestly that form sounds closer to the old days I once knew. But right -
- now, I'm sad, and thinking of being a depressed 20 year old kid who took a train into the city for my first class having never seen a show there, and immediately understanding that if I worked hard and I did my best, that maybe I had a home. That proved true for me and many -
- others. It changed a lot along the way. So did New York City. And I also think, so did the world; the freaks and the weirdos had other places to go, some of them places that felt a lot more comfortable. I'm rambling. At the end of the day, the UCB Theater I stumbled into 20 -
- years ago kept me alive, allowed me to fail, and gave me a voice. I'll never be able to thank them enough for renting that abandoned strip club and giving a shy, angry, terrified 20 year old kid a place where he didn't feel judged as long as he was willing to work hard and had-
- something original to say. TCGS, Career Suicide, the books I've written, I always had the fire in me to want to say stuff like that, but without the UCB I knew I wouldn't have ever been told it was ok for people like me to say them. Rant over. Thanks for everything.
