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Here's a response we got from last episode:
"Comparing Mrs. Fun to Nyarlathotep might be construed as an insult to H.P. Lovecraft, so beware. I've placed flowers on the Old Gent's grave and don't take his dissing lightly. Nevertheless, I assume the Lovecraft passage to which you referred was this: "The mad piping of vile flutes, whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly and absurdly the blind, voiceless, faceless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep." Sounds like a typical Wednesday at The Masquerade to me."
Friday we hit Northside Tavern for the homecoming show of Mudcat. They just returned from Switzerland and other points abroad. They did a fine opening set for a good size crowd, then took a break while the joint filled to the rim. Niel "Big Daddy" Patman, all the way from Athens, GA, took the stage and blew some good harp, clutching both the microphone and the harmonica in his one hand. The members of Mudcat hopped on stage to back him up after a few solo numbers and things got really good and jumpin'. We hit the road during their second break before Cora Mae Byrant took the stage.
Saturday we hit the EARL and grabbed drinks just in time for the opening fanfare of the Torchy Taboo's Women Aflame blurlesque show. The band was a who's who of local retro bands and they did a fantastic job, pumping out jazzy lounge sounds. Ted, of Truckadelic fame, played announcer for the show, entertaining us between numbers with cheesey old jokes. But the real deal was the half-dressed talent that paraded across stage doing comical musical numbers, dances, striptease acts, everything but the kitchen sink, proving Tyler Durden wrong:
"You are not special.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
We are all part of the same compost heap."
From Fight Club
The all-singing, all-dancing part was right, but I must say it was a special, beautiful, and unique evening packed full of humorous titilation. The only things that could have made it better were more seats and more of the show! Rumor has it they're going to do it again in 6 weeks or so. Heed the Prophesy section.
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