THE BAR WITHOUT A NEON SIGN

An old street merchant comes across a time machine on his morning stroll. What follows is a type of black-magic, a gangster boogie show-down, in the dark arts vagabond neon dreamscape.

It’s here that Light Rain and the End-of-Night finally meet, at the mysterious rodeo’s boarded up crossroads.

Lady ‘Lust For Life’ & her sister ‘Slow Death Sizzle Reel’ howl a triple x freedom whirlwind success story with Sir Grace & Madam Beauty swooning in an outlaw country waltz of pre’siz’ion.

Laughter’s smoke-ring of song & dance never looked or sounded so good, bouncing through century’s shifting sidewalks with a mouthorgan grinding a simple street merchant’s tell-tale howls and wailin’, that doo-wop saxes and incognito waxes Joe Blow poetic on the grave of time.