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Anyone who knows me, knows I am a stickler for structure. This show was what might be described as controlled chaos. It was a train crash’s idea of a train crash. I LOVED IT. It was disorganized. It was frenetic. It was air traffic control in a blender. Imagine taking every crystal-, yoga-, and kale-based philosophy, packing tightly into a shotgun cartridge, and then firing it into the faces of the audience by Hunter S. Thompson. This was like finding a can of Burning Man in the frozen section of Trader Joe’s and having it prepared in front of your eyes—flambé style. It was magnificently crazy, even god showed up at one point to do a town hall meeting (it must be an election year). A greek chorus of stoned wise men (sans frankincense and myrrh) were there to lend the piece a sense of calm. I had a romping great time.