The idea for (Un)Easy Rider first came to us during the pandemic.
Suddenly, after making and performing most of our work overseas for the past fifteen years, in vain wishing for more time at home, we were finally fatally stuck here. Back in the U.S. of A with all its conspiracy theories and Clorox. In the headspace we occupied during this liminal time, it was not at all difficult to imagine that the type of work we had been doing and the way that we had been doing it was simply not going to be possible anymore. We had been citizens of the world and now we were not. We were Americans in America now, with no real idea what that meant for us—alienated as we were politically, also socially (locked in, unable to work).
What the hell were we going to do here? What did it mean to be...