Y’see, I know all my fans by name (at least by username) and together they could comprise a potent mini-cult that would refuse, despite exhortations, to drink the Flavor Aid, knowing full well obeisance to any man is a fool’s drinking game.
Surely, none of the 6 people who’ve witnessed my performances would deny that I have established, during the formidable AJL Decade of Fringe, that I can sit in a room for an hour and entertain people with a story from my life. To move my reputation forward doing the thing I’ve done so well, I have to do it to more people, to the RIGHT people. Somehow.
I have nothing to prove to anybody.
But I’ve PROVED it already. Why can’t folks just walk through the veil of time and see what I laid out for them in their absence? It’s still floating there, rippling through the ambient layer. I think. ( I mean, I’m not a scientist.)
And I can work on NEW ideas. Fluid, kinetic, comic innovations that would make the Moscow Ballet look like a rock.