BLACK SCREEN
Twenty-five lines of bright light slowly open across the screen. The lines continue to broaden, revealing that we’re looking through window blinds that are being opened. The light is from a rising sun. Handclaps fade up. Cheerleader claps. A hypervariation of the old “Wipe Out” riff. Stomping feet come in. Then a bass line. The sound is jagged and jubilant. The martial music of the suburban high school tribes. The title track surges in and we:
CUT TO
CHEERLEADERS
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abedne’no She Betta Don’t is on view by appointment through April 4 @ Bozo Mag 815 Cresthaven Drive, Los Angeles