Fausto, fire-eating amazonian drag princess, finally put some damn pictures up from the show we went to two weeks ago. It was so bizarre that I felt that my powers of description wouldn't do it justice if I just wrote about it, so here are some pictures for your enjoyment. The show was held at a Vietnamese restaurant that had a little performance space in the back. I think they use it for parties, cuz there was a little pagoda-style hut where they could serve food to the revelers. Our hosts were Fausto, pictured at right; Joan Crawford, a coworker of mine; and an ancient and mystical talking crystal skull, Mu-Mu A-Chu.

Joan had put us on the list, but alas, we did not know, and had to pay like common rabble ;) The first act was "Silky Jumbo", who appeared at first to be a seven-foot hair extension. Silky gets her name from the brand of hair extensions she wears. She sang some song that involved at one point a pink-afroed puppet popping out of the hair extension and rapping. Then the hair came off and she was... well, see for yourself, below.

After a seven-foot singing hair extension, the next two acts seemed pretty tame. One was your classic guy-with-guitar and his touching but non-abnormal love songs, and one was a spoken word poet who was really quite good, but that was probably because he was more like a storyteller than a poet.


Then came some really freaky guy dressed like some sort of imp who hopped around and burst balloons with a pin affixed to his crotch. I won't go into any more detail, I'm still recovering from it.
Then came Scott Free, the guy on the left in the first photo, who said, "Yeah, I recorded this song for my boyfriend," and proceeded to wail on the guitar and sing

MOUTH FULL OF DICK
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!?!
mmmph! mblmmblmmmmff! mmffff!
MOUTH FULL OF DICK
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?!?!
mmmpgh! mblblbmffmph!

and so on for quite a while. Lupe and Singular were incapacitated with laughter by it. It was definitely the best song of the night. He was followed by a guy who sang a touching irish song about a guy who returns to his hometown to find it destroyed, while the singer flipped through a WTC calendar... dressed in a sparkly g-string. What is it with gay men? They can't even sing a tribute to the WTC without bringing asscrack and a package into it somehow.

At right you can see Joan, who I work with.
Another Guy With Guitar, and then some dadaist group that took mangoes out of a net suspended from the ceiling and fed them to audience members. Then a guy in a veil with a huge headwrap and some performance about the restrictive clothing of his homeland. This, like many of the acts, left us looking at each other with the "ber?" look, but heck, it was a variety show.

Members of the Chicago Kings were in the audience, lookin' hot of course. The talking crystal skull told lots of funny jokes. There were free psychic readings. I can't wait until the next show.

These pictures are from http://homepage.mac.com/eatfire/, and Fausto's webpage (with info on upcoming events) is at www.feastoffools.com.

Oh, and the food was good, too. Mmmm, bo nhung dam.