"Harrier Angel -- rock remedy for the re generation" is a bona fide rock musical, starting with a kickass overture designed to punch the lights on and sweep the cobwebs out of the corners of tranced out zombidom. Once you feel this piece, you're going to think about this piece, because you've been not thinking about a lot of stuff for far too long and even though nature abhors a vacuum, it may still take a gadfly visionary artist (which is what a Harrier Angel is) to rush in and fill the void.
We have staged the show for a full theatrical presentation in the past (see pictures on the web site at http://www.nine3.com/HA-opener.html/ ). But it's pretty expensive to go that route, so we're forced to wait until the time is right for another full staging. But we can play it as a rock concert, and as a rock concert, it plays like the devils and the angels that inspired it.
As a rock concert, we play all 16 songs, with a narration. Thus without having to schlepp every prop in creation, we attain a lightness of being that lets us concentrate on lean and mean in this, our anthem to hurt and hope, sacrifice and release, and the truth of love that it can never die.
Take a look and a listen to the live performances at http://www.nine3.com/Concert
HARRIER ANGEL is about survival at this late date in the career of western civilization, when free people can only watch and hope and pray there will come a voice, and that voice will carve out a new way -- a way to BE that makes it possible to keep independence and creativity (and. especially, procreativity) alive even at the edge of chaos threatening to roll in, so that free humans may fight to prevail and thrive in a better world.
"Harrier Angel" reminds people that most of the dogmas of the world can be used, and are being used, as tools for the manipulation of people and events in the lawless swirling of contending natural forces warring for power. The idea of a warrior angel riding in a thunderhead, directing the storm may be sublime, but again it may also be just so much pomposity. Which is it? In the midst of roiling is found a tongue like "Rocky Horror" -- licking hungrily to take up all the sweetness of a temporal, human existence, yet somehow also sticking out in derision, planted firmly in cheek, crying in frustration, and singing like an angel in Dante's chorus of the blessed souls forming an eagle in the sky -- and defying categorization unless through the understanding of some ancient cliche that in western civiliazation we have chosen to call "Organicism" -- that is, of a construction where form always follows function.
"Harrier Angel" is a mother, a vindicator, a gadfly visionary, and a fearless advocate for self-realization of the individual as the path to true consciousness of the living id, the unseparated part, exonerated in the end, and -- like the phoenix -- incinerated in the end, in the transitional flame of rebirth, in the light of knowledge.
"Harrier Angel" is a rock remedy for the post Vietnam-era "me" generation, for the "X" and "Y" generations (all of which may turn out to have been "de" generations), and also for the "re" generation that sleeps and dreams, unfurling in gestation even as we speak. "Harrier Angel" is a remedy to a "he re" generation, "TO HIM and TO HERE."
In the plummeting phoenix of an old year, in anticipation of the lucky flight of the New Year, let us now drink a toast to our sacred existence, the soul's great opportunity. We are redeemed through the "rhythm of the blood" that measures human existence here in this sweet carnal state to which we are most fortunately and sacredly given.
Before the moment of his death, when he regained consciousness briefly and was asked what he had seen, the great genius and mysic Leo Tolstoy said, "BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD." I dedicate this work to showing what he meant by that.
See IT. BE IT -- a true Captain of the Old So[u]l. When you hear "Harrier Angel," you conceive [can see] a form of being for light, life, and love.
Signed, Cristobal von Dessin, that's me -- Cass von Braun
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