You know when it comes to Molitor you are going to get something good, something odd, something a bit off but not like off in old milk ways I’m talking off in a way that makes you stop and wonder. What is happening here? This past year was a real neck punch for most of the world. Sure, the top one percent can wealth themselves into a comfy little quarantine but most of us were out in the muck, at least to some degree. What we DID during 2020 is entirely key. Did you produce? Did you sit and feel sorry? Each of us had to live our own private narrative.
2020 also brought creative angst. Thankfully. Personally, I believe there needs to be far more creative angst in the world and far less conforming to algorithms. Drive fast, take chances. “They call that the burnout factor cause only the good die young. Your body is gonna take a lot just trying to have some fun.” (April Wine, Harder Faster.) Andrew brings us this lo-tech volume of personal, print expression.
A poignant tale of emotion, history, visceral experience all veiled through current events. A reference to the razor bladed apple, the lore of anyone my age who dared to venture out on Halloween night. Angel dust-laced pixie sticks and bladed apples were high on the list of any danger-seeking child bored with tradition and friendliness. Yes, I want that apple.
With this small softcover you just dive in while protecting your head and body. Startling crops of unknown subjects, fragments of pain points and copy from the lost. This is why we self-publish, well, one reason anyway. Because who else would do this? When the commercial, artificial soul is sucked out and we are left with the marrow then we understand the point of all this, if there is one. Live, breath, prepare for the end.