Allison Arngrim, TV's original Nellie Oleson, has seen Prairie-oke! three times, and calls it "pants wettingly funny!" One of the reasons Arngrim may have been a repeat customer is the memorable, absurdist homage that Drew Droege nails as bad seed, "Mellie Moleson."
Advent forces us to acknowledge that there's nothing comfortable or nice or cozy or organized or neat or respectable about the coming of our Lord. It's dangerous. It's dirty. It's smelly. Mice roam freely.
What I feel, what I get, from Rick Allen's drum art pieces is that we must never close ourselves off to possibility. After Allen lost his arm, his band mates made it clear he wasn't going anywhere, no matter how much he himself doubted.
Such scrappy behavior -- hopeful, yet realist in a "turning world" -- is what propels this Down Under band over the precarious tightrope navigating the middle ground between dreams and nightmares on their journey to define a rock 'n' roll (r)evolution in the 21st century.
All in all, I'm happy to get a three-day weekend after a grueling few weeks of no sleep, parties, bookings and complete craziness. So, I love you fashion week. Happy for you to return in September, but for now? See ya.