Nothing like making sweet music with imaginary friends on a beautiful autumn day as the leaves begin to rust and you can feel the dark promise of winter looming ahead. You feel pride and envy at the workers, the bus drivers, the mailmen, the cashiers and the rest of the cast/crew behind the scenes. Unrecognized, unrewarded and under appreciated for their efforts as the magic and the madness of the stage unfolds. Thank you. Stalin banned jazz because he thought their next step will be betraying the country. He was right. And he failed. You let the artists run amok and eventually, chaos will take over and beauty will prevail. You can ban us. You can cancel us. You can mock us. You can silence us. Yet this will only make us stronger because the desire and hunger of the people to experience beauty is the most powerful force in the god damned universe. vv
09/30/2020
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