Audience Review from Last Saturday's Show on April 7th

Lizzie West's bio states that she is currently learning to fly, but I saw her soar. She passed the tonic to us and helped us re*member. I heard her soul call and she felt my soul shine.

She and Baba tied a yellow ribbon around that invisible oppressive thumb. You know, that big invisible meaty thumb that presses down on the back of your neck and makes you forget. It was the first time I heard her perform, but I can re*member every rhythm, every Tumbleweed Cabaret song and the way my tears jumped out of my eyes to join in the sway of the chorus.

I had this poem that I wrote in my Spiritual Words And Musings (SPAM) book, and it echoed in my head.

You must always be intoxicated.
That sums it all up: it's the only question.
In order not to feel the horrible burden of Time
which breaks your back and bends you down to earth,you must be unremittingly intoxicated.
But on what? Wine, poetry, virtue, as you please. But never be sober.
And if it should chance that sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you wake up and your intoxication has already diminished or disappeared, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them what time it is and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clockwill reply: It's time to be intoxicated!
If you do not wish to be one of the tortured slaves of Time, never be sober; never ever be sober! Use wine, poetry or virtue, as you please.
- Charles-Pierre Baudelaire, The Prose Poems and La Fanfarlo

Lizzie West and the Tumbleweed Cabaret reminded me the time is NOW to be intoxicated. This is our duty. This is our grace. And our inspiration, because as I lay listening to "I Pledge Allegiance to Myself" and saw this reflection on the ceiling. I think its my soul shine.

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Thank you Lizzie and Baba,
Darcy