

Kinda like a clown show. Kinda like a DJ set you could feel all sexy to. Might be kind of a party between you and me. One of those disturbing and fashionable ones like in Berlin or something. Scene queens everywhere. Chas Harvey (squint hard enough and you might catch him slipping through the screen door of your reptilian brain. If seen, immediately contact your local lobotomizing overlords) Willa Fossum (hair made of chocolate spaghetti) are gonna do some fresh bits just for you, beautiful angel. Oh, and this Smoking Mother production was directed by legendary clown monk John Gilkey. He squeezed it out of the JG Embryonic Brain Trust right before he slithered up a sassafras tree. So bring cigs and come get yer shit rocked.