Sing, muse! of a virus. Sometimes the bug is the cure. That’s what we’re hoping with this Underwear video. Sorry for the never-ending build-up, people. Last month, we had a little fete at Littlefield in Brooklyn.
Much of our volunteer cast was on hand, shaking butt to my brother’s selections. (Natural selections, always. He is a biologist.) Thank you for being there, in such high spirits too! The party was hosted, handsomely, by director Naftali Beane Rutter. Ever the ringmaster, he planned a dead wizard spectacle, featuring me. We showed the video twice, I rapped and danced a little for ’em, and drank some dark spiced chocolate. As all great parties do, the night went completely undocumented.
This brings me to the present: Time for a wesT COAST UndERweaR pAhtay!
My favorite venue in SF is going to host us. But here’s the thing: the venue is a home! So I cannot publish where it’s at. (some of you might know which home now)
So in lieu of WHERE, here’s WHAT/WHEN:
Friday February 19th, from 8-11pm
I’ll be playing a solo set, spinning sock-hop records, and showing the new Underwear music video, at 9 o’clock and 10:30.
For a mere Five Ducats, you will board our joyful vessel, partake of free wine and cheese, and catch the bug too!
SO!, if this all sounds good, write me at email@example.com, and RSVP. Because this is a home, seats are limited, so HOLLA!
Lastly, I promise this thing will be on the web soon. Some benevolent chickens are yet to hatch re: this.
Much love, everyone.