Alright! Fine, fuck. I’ll admit it.
I’m an atheistic pot-smoking porn-freak.
I think I’m above God, the law, and morality.
“Do you smoke weed for your art?”
--uh, sure
EMAIL ADDRESS: NAMEAFAKE@HOTMAIL.COM
Performance – SATURDAY April 28th – Twiggs – 40 min.
HEY! I need some asses in those seats or i won't get another show. Come on, I'm going to do comedy that will prove embarassing, if not directly humorous. And to relieve the comedy I'll be doing mostly music. Guitar, harmonica, maybe the percussion pad, some folk, some rap, some 60s covers. It costs 6 bucks to get in, i'll be video taping it, so you'll have proof when you tell people you actually saw someone have their mortal coil shuffled off on stage.
I think I can safely say I’ll play some time around 8. There are other performers, and I could be on at any time between 7 and 11, I think. But Johnny sounds flexible, so I’ll try for 8. You can always call the day of:
619-296-0616 www.twiggs.org
Directions: take the I-8 (odds are, East) to the qualcom / texas off-ramp. Then go right, you ain't got no other option. Then turn right on Meade. Then go right on Park. And park. On the right. Or the left. Twiggs is on the left. But to park on the left you'll need to u-turn, so if you're running late, park on the right but don't try finding spots past the first liquor store, rarely are ther any before you hit the next liquor store, which is right across from twiggs. So there you go.
SPECIAL DEAL FOR TWIGGS REGULARS ONLY:
Come to my show, make a point of giving me your name, then when you have your next show at Twiggs, I promise I’ll try to make it. I’ll try to go to your show even if it is at another establishment (within reason, no “one-man one-ticket $100” shows in your basement), if you ask me to, specifically.
Offer of course, not legally binding in anyway, but hell, crowds create the illusion of popularity. So it is in everyone’s best interest.
--ART
Currently, or as currently as possible, what is going on with me. Like a journal, and a confession, and a manifesto, and a diatribe, and long. BUT NOW IN TASTY BITE SIZE YUMMIES. THE ZEBRA'S DEAD! I'm adding "Shit" to "Art," which is the same thing, except Shit is in narrative play form.
--AUDIO
--VIDEO
--IMAGE
--WRITING
I'm updating the links, but if you're deathly curious here's the directory structure.
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