nobody’s laughing at us anymore—said the man filling in for milli vanilli (13. 560)

Though I’ve grown increasingly reluctant to delve into US domestic affairs and scandals as increasingly irrelevant and pathetic, I was beside myself for the captivation I am feeling for the American State Fair, a slapdash event hastily put together despite an alleged quarter of a millennium’s advanced warning, seemingly but the same people who brought us the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory Experience, Trump’s semiquincentenary task force—see previously. Following threats to cancel it altogether after most musical acts withdrew over the partisan political overtones of the patriotic festival—with several states also canceling plans to participate and not contributing their pavilions, first hand reports of opening-day describe a rather bleak and poorly attended public entertainment, with disappointing booths, a touch of grift and evangelicalism and a mock up of Trump’s triumphal arch. All I owe Ioway—It’s a grand night for singing.