Tonight, I deal with something near and dear and terrifying to my heart--IDENTITY. It's bad enough that I actually am faceblind, but I haven't been the Flooze for weeks now--I turned over my identity as "Reverend Susie the Floozie" to Doktor LoBotomy when I was depressed, and now I can't do bupkis without the cushioning my acquired personality affords me. As the "real" me, I found that this is the hardest show I've ever done--and, by far, the lamest. I just don't have what it takes when I'm stripped of my chosen identity, and it was horrible to realize that I am really nothing more than the artifice I've created to interact with the outside world. On my own, I'm the meat equivalent of Gertrude Stein's interpretation of Oakland...there's no THERE there.
There is sonic padding, but it hardly helps the situation. Sounds are provided by Joy Division, Screeching Weasel, the Uncalled Four, Oingo Boingo, Sumo Cyco, the Pajama Slave Dancers, Darby Crash, Lou Reed, X-Ray Spex, Primus, Landscape, Nick Cave, and--what the fucking fuck, WHITNEY HOUSTON--?!!!
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