Purple Reign

Should we find it discouraging that our first show of 2008 will coincide with the arrival of torrential rains upon our parched landscape? Are universal forces conspiring to ruin us?

I will not acquiesce to such a scheme, however much I would like to deliver our several handfuls of devoted followers from the duty of driving through this deluge.

Rather, I find the Romanticism in our cavorting in a former bowling alley while, just beyond its walls, nature mimics the emotional turmoil that inspired most of last year’s dirges, even offering condolence in the form of this deeply purifying and profoundly restorative rain, the liquid manifestation of an ardent albeit unconscious desire. As artists, we couldn’t ask for more than these stormy conditions, which suit perfectly the debut of our newest lament, “Sad, Sad Girl.”

If I must, I will forgo the traditional stilettos and head toward Mr. T’s in my vegetarian Doc Martens to knock the socks off of some unsuspecting bartender. I have no choice because, in the words of a well-known Thomas of great antiquity, "If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you."


See you there,

Margot