- April 13th, 2014
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By Raven Terrapin.
So it turns out the dragon, the last beast is the one staring your in the mirror. Ego is the final boss level of the game after three straight days staying up playing the game that you can’t shut off because it doesn’t have a save button.
Throughout this process of becoming Direwood I have had to learn to overcome a great many foils and fables. I have learned the easiest way to be alright with spilling your guts and your truth all over the stage is just to be at peace with what is.
It’s alright. It’s always alright. Even when it’s bad. Embrace the mistakes, repeat the good ones. On a quiet night with a hanging moon, on the Planet Venture with a few intrepid soles who have braved the elements and actually made an effort to come see you. Blow as hard as you can blow. Out of the brain into the fingers into the heart back into the fingers out of the heart through the mouth.
Patience. Savali. That’s what the old timers told me. Embrace the now. We are all made of meat. We all go back to the ground. Did I help you find your own voice? Did you help me correct and re-inforce mine?
Will there ever be a time when I stop counting how many shows I’ve done and just embrace that my life choice of art makes me nervous, makes me scared, turns me into a raging beast and then tries hard to put the wings back on my broken shoulders where I cast them off. Named after the angel but the devils who came.
So, to my tribe, the real family. I want to say thank you from my guts. I want to say thank you to the broken toys that had to die for us to make our music. Broken wizard glass globe lying on the funeral carpet. Man with a medical mask smashing a globe with a hammer. Hari Krishna. 8 bit booop. There’s a giant vagina one the wall of the Venture Compound. I’m afraid it’s going to eat us all.