Indigo Shift

We've seen a lot of worlds end in our time playing together, a lot of stages we called home or were welcomed to by those who did dim their lights forever. But the loss of the Hideout Theatre stings, burns, and especially fu***ng sucks as it's the theatre we've played at/in/on/through the most. All comes to ash and ruin in the end as we trip the light entropic toward the heat death of the universe...but there are still and always places where people gather to share stories and songs, poetry and madness, comedy and tragedy. The Hideout was such a haven, and will remain so wherever they set up their campfire next, while the rich asshole's bar taking its place on Congress Avenue will likely tip over into the widening gyre much earlier than the rest of us. And we'll sing a special profane siege when it does, but for now we sing only praise and love for a place that opens its doors to weirdos like us, and invites others to come and see...

Hideout Forever! 🎭🎶😈

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(Part 4 of 4)
..and in the end the love you make is equal to the eyeroll you earn from Kitty Draco! She is our secret ingredient. The hit of spice or sweetness that makes the dish truly memorable. Always lurking in the back, along the sides, just out of view, like a four leaf clover or the unseen colors of the electromagnetic rainbow. She has an incredible talent for music that carries over to a variety of instruments, but is always seeking out something new and strange and awesome. She may come across timid, but there's a mercurial mental maelstrom of mischief at play, shifting shapes to fit the form and never content to be or do just one thing. Our familiar, our muse, our pet, our favorite cuddle toy, our tether between the real and ethereal, and usually the one who remembers what we all forgot or didn't realize we needed. I'm beyond blessed to have her to bounce ideas off of because she always makes them better and makes sure I don't become adrift in the abstract and conceptual and actually execute the practical tangible reality of a thing. Also, she lets us all get away with doing any number of unspeakable acts, both onstage and off, and what better sign of friendship is there than that?

Fin.

(photos by Steve Rogers Photography )