This Saturday at Non Plus Ultra, Dirt Dress is playing its last show,
and for some ungodly reason this has driven me to editorialize. To me
music, all art for that matter, represents an opportunity to articulate
the gaps in the human experience that would otherwise remain disembodied
and inexpressible. The best of it speaks to the dim lit corners of our
conscious and unconscious selves. It impacts us profoundly and moves us
away from the senses by which we measure our everyday lives. Dirt Dress,
as a creative work, seizes that opportunity with the best of them. So whether
you are listening to the songs for the last time live on Saturday or on
your stereo hereafter, I ask you to consider this and to look at the conclusion
of Dirt Dress not solely as the end of a band but as the period on a completed
creative work. I’m confident that if you do, you will do what so many of us
have done over the years. You’ll go home, pick up your pen, your brush, your
scissors, your guitar, whatever it takes, and articulate your dark corners.
Just knowing that Johnny, Noah, Raymond, Jose, Sasami, and Tabor are out there doing the same thing, one can only imagine what will come next.