Yet instantly I knew that this timing was smart. A tour had the potential to excite not only the Mercurials, as Opal & Nev’s old cult of fans call themselves, but a new generation—crowds ready to scream along, with these crazy progenitors of dissidence and dissonance, that Black lives matter, that love is love, that the future is female. Ready to embrace Opal Jewel not as ahead of her time, but as now now now.
