It’s a tragedy to see a show sitting down.Watching some nostalgia machine pump out its product in a room full of dead women and lazy boys.A single suit stands, his tie long gone along with his hair, but he doesn’t care as he dances in the open aisle.Most ignore this dude’s craziness, pretend he isn’t there, because they’ve been dead so long they don’t remember what life looks like and they are embarrassed by the void.That guy dancing in the aisle, though, he’s eternal, he’s