Time Out New York's David Cote on that subject.
"Art" is a huge word. Does it connote that something is of high quality -- or, for that matter, of any quality? My cat can call himself an artist. What does that word even mean?
The suck of it all is that someone can put their heart and soul into a performance, a book, a painting -- and it can still, well, suck.
Hence comes talent.
Talent comes from that place that's indefinable. It can be honed, for sure, but I really think it's there or not. It's pretty unfair, but it's (to my subjective mind) a fact.
So who are the frauds? Totally another post altogether.
I work my ass off to make a good show. I want people to applaud because they feel it, not out of politesse. That's part of why I'm looking forward to having a New York audience. San Francisco audiences are very kind -- almost too much so. It's hard to gauge how you're doing, because they want to like you, and they want you to feel good, and somehow the truth gets a little muddled.
I'm not looking for tomatoes to be tossed at my head, but if I'm a fraud, please, call me on it.