Dreams Are Made of Emotion

[shimmeringcell]

I didn't think it would hit me this hard afterward. This is like post-Chess sadness… mostly, even worse. I mean, I knew I'd be sad and I'd be upset and angry that it had to close so soon... but sometimes I feel like I'm still in that atmosphere. That world of knowing that Taboo is a couple of subway stops away. It's not even just the lines and the

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[manman85]

I think it's so much worse than post-Chess sadness... That was only sad because we had been looking forward to it for so long and it was a dream cast. Taboo was an unexpected dream cast and we got to revisit it and familiarize ourselves with it. And the material itself was also much sadder (to me, at least) because I could connect to it more. Taboo just felt like home.

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[shimmeringcell]

Yeah, you're right. Chess was just a terrific night. But Taboo... I feel part of this and after all those experiences of seeing it multiple times, it really put me in a different world. It hit the senses a million times harder. And back then, I'd imagine that I was still in that world even during the day or on nights when I wasn't there. I'm still doing that because I still feel like I'll be at the Plymouth in the swirl of color and music again. It's so much sadder because I know I can never fit myself back into that world. I think it'll hit me once I see the theatre without the marquees and things... This hurts. It's like now I'm just wandering with no place to go with all of this.

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[manman85]

Yeah, I feel like it has hit me, so when I see the theatre without the lights and marquees, I'm going to completely lose it.

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[sammygal]

poor lonely theater... "a grim portrait of two hag faced relics in the ruins of the club taboo"