PERFORMANCE BAR – ART COURT – HFAB’S DIARY ENTRY #1 – Friday, August 9, year 117
Our society rightly elevates ART to the highest level of power, a definitive beacon of truth, as the importance of artistic discourse cannot be understated in maintaining a tempered ideological tone. Never again shall we repeat Man’s campaign of technological destruction that resulted in THE FALLOUT (year 0).
But it was a mistake for me to stake claim as an ARTIST. I see that now. I was desperate for GOLD and all the comforts afforded by such a revered status, which can only be achieved through Accreditation in the eyes of the ART COURT.
The JUDGERS were ready to condemn me before I sang a single note, I could tell. Hastily, I conjoured an ingenious proposal: my performance piece would be a 10,000 song cycle inspired by the forgotten music of long ago.
But that was months ago. Maybe years…it’s impossible to track time in the Court’s holding cell. I am running out of song ideas…and running out of time. One Judger gleefully sums up my predicament: “You’re a dead man walking.”
I have no misconceptions about my fate. Many other APPLICANTS have passed through the Court alongside me. Some are rewarded beyond their wildest dreams, while others…let’s say I have seen my share of horrors.
My one comfort is watching the other Applicants each night. It never ceases to amaze me what constitutes Art, although the Court does not always share my opinion.
Tonight, I am very excited to hear the haunting and beautiful music of Laura Barrett, accompanied by Dana Snell. I knew these fiercely talented women in my old life. I always held a special place in my heart for their musicmaking, their voices filling the Charcoal Mine tunnels as we scraped.
The wild card Applicant of the night is a man named Chris Robinson. Last night we in the holding cell barely slept as his raucous tales caused endless, uproarious laughter. But only the Court has the power to decree: are humorous anecdotes truly the work of an Artist?