Before I met Mickey Taelor, I had heard that she was a groovy chic with the mellow tunes. And when I did meet her, she introduced herself by name. No fabricated, over-the-top image: just Mickey. At that point my respect for her as an artist began. When the block is singing your praises, let them and keep working. And when they are not, let them and keep working. The work of an artist isn’t circumstantial! We toil through surplus, famine, and all the confusion and self-doubt in between.
Mickey understands this. I’ve seen people trying to talk her up at parties and project their vision of what she should be after shows, and I’ve seen her give the most powerful response: polite silence coupled with being exactly who she IS. It’s declarative to decide who you are for yourself and go about the art of existing. It’s interrogative to hand-pick a team that will facilitate that process. It’s exclamatory to be your barefoot, coy, and black-lipped self on stage. And it’s imperative that you get to know more about Mickey Taelor.
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