Arthur Miller wrote “The Crucible.” It was a profound exploration of the Red Scare and about how one person can kick off a chain reaction of hysteria, misery, and persecution.

I wrote a play about butter.

Before you accuse me of singlehandedly destroying everything that makes art and culture meaningful, remember I put some profound social commentary in there. Yeah, I did. I definitely did.

“I can’t believe it’s not a musical!” you might say. And you’re right. It never was (although it did have songs). For some reason, no one wants to put it on stage.

The premise is, there’s a bitter battle between two companies as to who makes the best butter.

One of the companies is owned by our heroes, a tap dancer (Frank Astaire) and his buddy, Buddy Butterman. The other belongs to the conniving Carl Connoisseur and his........

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