I’ve always had a political strain in my work. a distinct dystopian streak that has evolved into a melancholy haze of blue light. masking chaos just beneath the surface. the few people watching the blue light special must have thought i was out there, a fair assumption. there’s not much of an audience for Robert Oppenheimers contribution to humanity or poetics about the surveillance state, backed by oddball guitar playing and not quite singing. but i’m earnest, I show up almost without rehearsing, and the set design is fabulous. it strobes with blue light and that’s what the special was all about, in aisle three, at Kmart in 1972, bargains for lucky shoppers. Today, it is vaudeville for the paranoid.