This is not a review. I have no idea what’s going to happen next. They cornered me in a club, upstairs at this storefront, this former car showroom on McGee. The cocktail chair may have been hard, but I was too busy looking at puppets and the lounge singer. The music sounded smooth, edgy but effortless. I think someone killed someone and someone else thinks he was the killer as someone else played God with a definite upper-case god-like voice.
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