-The Marvell
Truth books the headline performance of a lifetime; with but one attendee: the phantom of the forgotten event center.

The fliers bore our name and the room echoed our energy.
Not phased by the pressure of our own awareness, the fact that we were alone, or the the dank and daunting task of an empty smokey dive.

We were the tree falling in the forest with no ear to witness.

Yes, we made a sound.

Whatever has distracted you from your paradise must be special, my sights are set on your distant Madagascan coast. *Welcome Antananarivo!*
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Irma Thomas - We Won't Be In Your Way Anymore