Went to see a children’s play called Clownsville last night in Tribeca. About an office drone who falls asleep and wakes up in an Oz-like realm called, yep, Clownsville. Ostensibly about pencil-pusher Thomas who’s forgotten his childhood dreams, it also taught the Law of Attraction in Sesame Street-like edu-musicals, i.e. what you send out is what you get back, as you sow, so shall you reap, etc., illustrated by singing call and response with the audience. I first thought I had walked in on Romper Room, but the music got to me, and the kids, damn they could sing, and they could act too, and well I walked in there with a frown and, yeah, it turned upside down.