New York’s hottest club is “HOOVER DAMNED.” This place has everything: sweaty Power Rangers, a zombie kitty, Kurt Cobain reincarnated and a human Hoover Dam.”
“Stefan, what’s a human Hoover Dam?”
“Its the thing of where you paint a group of midgets grey and stack them at the entrance like bricks so no one can get out.”
This show really did have everything: Multimedia, Film, Comedy and Story-Telling, Theater, Dance, Music and Visual Art. To travel from the stage to the bar, I walked through 3 dance circles during Archie Pelago’s set. I ate chicken from Colonel Sander’s bucket after he won the costume contest. I watched Chess Lopez drink a can of beer and smoke a cigarette while dancing with a film version of herself. I heard someone announce “THESE ARE MY PUBES” to a rapt audence. I saw a girl try to feed a zombie kitty soy nuts. I watched five comedians make fun of the Red Power Ranger. I performed the Time Warp twice in a row to a screaming crowd. Peter McHugh cracked me up with his “Formal Apology” costume. I saw Professor Gladwell get seduced by the dark-haired vixen of his dreams.
All in all, it was a great night.
1 GIGANTIC “Thank You!” to everyone who performed,
1 RESOUNDING high-five to everyone who attended, and
1 HUGE pat on the back to all the members of the Hoover Dam who either organized or helped during the show.
And without further ado, THE TIME WARP!
Love, BK in bk and the HDC