This one is for the World/Inferno Friendship Society
By Andrea Janov
Crust punks, hippies. freaks, nerds, and romantics, hardcore and emo kids. Come together. In a circle pit. Of carnival music. Moshing. Waltzing. Nothing more punk than slam dancing to an accordion. Played by a man in a suit with a handlebar mustache. The keyboardist breathes fire. Jack Terricloth beckons. Us all. To abandon ourselves. Succumb to the music. Something wicked. This way comes. Lose yourself. Sweat seeps through vintage elegance. Dresses rip. Hearts tear. Bruises exposed. The last chords. Reverberate. Into the silence. The set is over. The spell is broken. We escape into the alley. Desperate for fresh air. And a fresh start.
Andrea Janov believes in the beauty of the ordinary, the power of the vernacular, and the history of the abandoned. Her work reveals the art in what we see, say, do, ignore, and forget every day. She has published in several journals and has two collections out in the world. andreajanov.com.