Even Cowboys Get the Blues is a mish-mash of the American past and present, following the spider-web of lies that must be spun to create a national identity. The work draws on my own experiences as a queer Brown person who has lived in rural, big-city, and suburban US and my love and disdain for each of these landscapes. In the work, I team up the big-city elite with the rural poor to ask how we prop up the great American idiocracy.

Aesthetically, the piece is a puppet-filled joyrides that follows an 1800s masked cowboy on death row, recounting his past to a modern Western talk therapist who cajoles him to assimilate to the boons of capitalist self-actualized living. Using embodied short stories set to original sound, a commodifiable mental spin-cycle of the cowboy's renegotiation of self unfolds.

The work is made for those who can laugh at the sardonic assholery of the US.