And momentum does the rest.
I first attended a performance of Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind in 1994, if I recall correctly, coming up to the city with high school friends, having no idea where exactly it was we had ended up, why we were standing in this ridiculous line to enter a small theater space located above a funeral home. I was perplexed by the sign, this shocked-looking child’s face surrounded by letters. I had been told that the show was “30 Plays in 60 Minutes” and was expecting a live version of Saturday Night Live, little more than an hour of poor-to-clever comedy sketches.
I did not expect a chaotic mishmash of personal monologues and brilliantly-staged concept art and dance and song and bad puns and tragic journalism being performed at a breakneck pace against an unforgiving clock. It is one of the few performance experiences that literally changed my life.
I have now completed my first appearance in this show and will perform my second in five-and-a-half hours, and then another tomorrow, and another three next weekend, and so on and so forth.
At this time I will say only that it is even better to see the show from the other side.
Creative Control 