Allie X offers herself to you, body and blood but Allie X is not your savior. She's not a GIF-making saint for you to worship on Tumblr nor a glitchy technicolor idol for you to pray to through an iPhone screen.
She's not a celebrity either, in the traditional sense. Though Katy Perry endorsed her and hundreds of thousands are streaming her, she's not a poster for you to hang on your wall or an archetype to mold yourself into. Allie X is not a role model.
She's the shell you press to your ear to listen to the sound of your own blood coursing through your veins. She's the echo of your isolated soul trapped in a body attempting release through ecstatic dance.
Allie X makes pop music—electronic, detuned, glimmering confections woven from egoic dreams, doomed idealism, shadow selves, cruel doctors, but don't be fooled. Not everything made from the dredged up bits of her fragmented past are so easily reassembled. The girl behind the glasses under a curtain of hair is not someone you will ever know.
You can imitate her:
Adopt her alien diet.
Implant yourself in a new city
You can be a trained classical pianist,
A failed thespian,
A self taught producer,
but the question remains:
Are you closer to finding yourself?
Consider the X:
The variable of possibility. The site of treasure. The doorway to freedom. Search the structure of your psyche. Wander dimensions of your mind where painful past meets glittering future. Spin around in a circle. Watch as the forms around you coalesce into light. Find truth in disorientation. Add X to your own equation. Become your own savior. Begin your own Xploration.