I spent pretty much all four years of my high school education involved in the drama department in some capacity, for basically no reason other than that a lot of the folks who did drama weren’t as big of asshats as people in some of the other departments.

We did Oklahoma one year, and the guy who played Curly the Evil Farmer or whatever, who was a total mensch as I recall, had only one real handicap: he couldn’t sing. Not a bit. Trot out your favorite zings here, viz-a-viz “can’t carry a tune in a bucket” and so on, because they apply. Cats mating. Death throes. It was that bad.

Banjos could make jokes about this guy’s singing.

But he was a good guy, and so it made for a weird dynamic during the show, because he was also less of an ass than pretty much the entire rest of the cast. Go figure.

I guess what I’m trying to say here is that, you know, non-musical theater really has a lot going for it.