On THE LAST CARGO CULT—first thoughts from an email I wrote:
I survived. I think we did well. As always, the first performance is like speaking into the darknesss, into the attention gathered together like lenses. Then the tracks dissolve, then the world dissolves, then I dissolve. It is the most terrifying place that is not a place at all, and the words cling and grapple as they pour out.
This one was born unfocused but intense, more emotional and kinesthetic than expected. Higher personal stakes, more than I expected. Rebuilding everything before Maine—much work, but with direction and momentum.