About pursuing cultural Philly in the Aughts as a raison d'etre, I made a decision in about 2012 that I haven't looked back from. Some things clarified themselves for me, so that the path chosen was, I felt, the enlightened one. Accusations of hubris or delusional grandeur aside, I was unable to resist this thought— this group, multi-disciplinary, who I call the Philly Free School, are mavericks. If we are mavericks, it's because we're the first group of American artists to climb up to the artistic perch of classicist Europe. Until us, no one in America really has or did that particular task. This is especially true of me and Abby. Thus, any engagement with any media enterprise which would refuse to acknowledge this maverick achievement would have to be a useless one. But, let's get real, shall we? The American media deplore classicist Europe. The syllogism has, thusly, to end in a temporary media blackout. Perhaps a Cold War, too. So that, Mary here can out-charisma Deborah Harry all she wants. The sense the media likes to emphasize, of reach— has to be blood-sacrificed, on the altar of essential, individualized integrity maintained. Do we need Anton LaVey to do the sacrifice? Probably. But I am setting this group up to go the distance. That's the conceit. One way or another.
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