But what do you get when you stand back and let the piece’s contradictions speak? A Rorschach Ragtime that means many things at once, just take your pick. The agnosticism, I’m guessing, is due in no small part to the performance schedule. Everyone in the audience knows there’s an election on Tuesday, after which this production will, by force of context, simply have to become either tragic or triumphant for the final week of its run. Just as in American Idol, the public decides! Soon, we’ll all learn whether this country was a good or bad idea. That hangs a lot of weight on electoral politics, and as with that teenybopper Romeo & Juliet and the star-packed Our Town, puts this Ragtime in the frustrating position of deriving gravitas from this upcoming moment in American history while, in fact, saying very little about it. If I had to name what I imagine to be the one underlying theme in Ragtime, it’s that there’s always, in America, new music playing, and a rush to forget the past and sing along. The future is one intoxicating melody. But if it’s all you pay attention to, you miss the sound of what’s already playing now.