The Fantasticks tells an age-old tale. Its ingredients are simple: a boy, a girl, two fathers, and a wall. Its stage is a wooden platform, its scenery a tattered cardboard moon. Using just these bare essentials, the author and composer have managed to bring to life a funny and quite touching story of innocence--and of knowledge.

Celebration is an attempt at a ritual musical. Based upon the ancient dramatic (and religious) enactment of the battle between Winter and Summer, it is set in a contemporary modern city on New Year's Eve. There at a party for the very rich, and innocent, green, young boy and a wealthy, burnt-out decadent old man battle for the favours of an ambitious young actress. Overseeing all, in the dual role of cynical bum and priestly narrator, is Potempkin, who invites us to join in this ancient celebration of the inevitable cycle of rebirth, the "seed beneath the snow."