This week started off with an unplanned trip to Phoenix, where it is legit 100-degrees Fahrenheit at 10 p.m. at night (we won’t even discuss the daytime temperatures), due to a family emergency. I spent 48 delightful hours in that fair city, cowering indoors where the air conditioning lives, and making the most of a very depressing situation. I did have some truly transcendent Mexican food, though, so that was nice.
So, yeah, my original plan for this post was to write some silly analysis about this very silly video, but honestly, right now I want Ivan Doroschuk to transport me to this ridiculous little renaissance faire town with ridiculous people cavorting about while he sings angrily at everyone, and just … you know … let the art wash over me.
Because sometimes, flailing around in a silly costume is what the soul doesn’t just need, it’s what the soul craves.