Sooner or later somebody, usually Charlie, gets around to saying or doingsomething embarrassingly pretentious, and all at once you remember the alchemic creativity with which the Odets of the 1930s turned working-class slang into poetry, and sigh at the thought of what the American stage lost when he turned his back on the world of "Golden Boy" and "Awake and Sing!"
You know, my hardcore following would probably be fine with any format that I released in, but in order to embrace a new audience and perhaps a younger audience who were maybe too young to remember me from the first time around, I needed to find something to differentiate what I was doing.
