When I was a kid, I had an entirely different definition of production value. I thought production value meant, “Hey, what’s the value of this thing we’re gonna produce? Will people watch or listen to it and become better human beings, even if just by an iota? Will it anesthetize the people with entertainment while it performs a surgical strike on the soul? Will it make people happy? Will that happiness drive them to go out into the world and try to make it a brighter place? Will they feel a sense of community and family when they look upon their fellow human beings? Will it open their eyes and their hearts? Will this production be valuable to humanity?”
Maybe we get old because life needs an outro. Our silver days are spent in the golden sun, our grey days are spent in those white sheets, and our last days are spent with our first choices. We need time to straighten it all out, to shake a stray meaning from the dusty carpet of our lives. Another one never hurts.