Palliativity 206: The Homesick Cabaret

You are here, on some level, because you too are fascinated with the retelling of the epic rock-opera that is

the 20th century.

And I your host, this contemporary creative, am tirelessly fetishizing the fetishization of the exotic,

and dissecting the legends of everyday people who lived with a genuineness that makes my teeth hurt.

A colonial march of good and evil, might and right, Axis and Ally, freedom blues and commie red.

A time built on accepting unknowns while furiously scribbling in the empty spaces on the map.

A time when we hadn’t yet reached the depths of space or the seas outside of our dreams,

Until we chose to claim them.

When questions were more important than answers, but flags more important still.

And we humble apes huddled around the embers of spilt oil and split atoms.

A terrifying epoch indeed.

The only thing scarier still is that this story arc isn’t over.

We are currently tearing thru Act 4 and, “something wicked this way comes.”

Alas, we still live in an age of post-colonial world culture adolescence.

This is my heartbreaking nostalgia. This curse of memory. This march of time.

The beat goes on, but instead, I choose to dance.

The Burning Beat – Audio-Curio-Cabaret from The Roustabouts on Vimeo.

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