Twelve.
Freaking.
Years.
Yeah, it has been that long since I got a call from a gal with whom I'd taken a writing class inviting me to take part in a show for the Fringe Festival.
If you'd have told me then that I'd be feeling the reverberations of that phone call a dozen years later, I'd have assumed you were one of those weird crunchy types who believes that "All time is one" and has some crazy-ass adjunct to string theory that you cooked up yourself.
But in reality what HAS happened is that a stellar cavalcade of mind-numbingly brilliant artists have made Crowded Fire their home. Whether or not it was for one show or for over a decade, we are still here. And I am still here. Even after playing a Pope, A dog, A Fish, a woman named Roach, Helen of Troy, and ...well....myself. This has been an untrammeled rollercoaster adventure.
That isn't to say there haven't been fucking bumps, financial tsunamis, personnel churns and the like.
We have weathered more than our share of storms.
And that is what makes us so fucking kick-ass, y'all!
I'm here to tell you that I can count lifelong friends among the people I know via Crowded Fire. I can also tell you that Crowded Fire helped bring to life my solo show, and that changed my life and other folk's lives as well. I can tell you that I am proud of many achievements in my life, and one of the things of which I am proudest is the work I've done with CF.
And I can also tell you we need your money, honey.
Times are tough. I know it and it is a strange tap-dance in tattered clothes to come to people who I know are making sacrifices in their lives, and ask for financial support. It is hard to place a premium of something as ephemeral as "Art."
But what we do, as artists, is an intangible.
Inasmuch as we need an audience, you need art.
Seriously.
And it isn't always for some heavy-duty shit either. Sometimes you just need to escape. Sometimes your routine numbs that little bit on the top of your soul that needs a kick-start that only live-action play-acting can cure.
This shit wouldn't have survived human recorded history if it wasn't bloody important, folks.
And so now, we singers and dancers and storytellers and griots and shamans of spirit into art need some help.
If you can give us $5.00 that is AWESOME and we thank you.
Fitty bucks? Five hundred.,...you are so full of WIN, I can't say enough aboutcha!
If you can give is $5,000, that is AWESOME and we'll dedicate our next show to you!
If you can give is $500,000, and you need a personal slave, please get in touch.
Giving to Crowded Fire is tax deductible, so you can stick it to The Man.
(If you happen to be The Man and are reading this, if you are also single, gimme a call, baby!)
Thanks for reading. Thanks for your time. Thank you for your support, and please come see our stories.
Oh, so what am I doing to bring art to the world?
Glad you asked!
You can listen to me journey though life and death in the upcoming aural landscape WORMHOLE.
And, interestingly enough, you can take part in a hypererreal journey through this country's turbulent history and through life and death in DRIP
I am insanely fucking stoked to do this work, and you can help me stay gold, baby!
Please, come join our Family.
Thank you!
Love
Mollena
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