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Storm Large

 In my eagerness to share the story of the box, I forgot to talk about last Friday night.

Last Friday night I went to a party expecting to see a transvestite perform Billy Idol covers.  Fun, yes, but what actually took place was much better.  Storm Large & The Balls took the stage - wait - first I should describe the opening act - March Fourth: 

March Fourth is a marching band made up of people who actually play instruments and some dancers and stiltwalkers.  All of them wear old-time marching band uniform bits & pieces mixed in with just weird shit they found at the back of their closets or maybe their grandparents closets.  And glitter.  Lots of glitter.  The stiltwakers dance, the musicians howl and the whole thing is amazingly fun.  They prance and leap and play the shit out really fantastic marching band music. 

Storm Large is not a man.  She is a woman with really large shoulders, upon which is tatooed "LOVER" in gothic blue.  She's blond and pretty and sings barefoot while showing much cleavage.  She's hot and she's wild and pretty much OUT OF HER MIND.  Storm Large hocks loogies from the stage.  She fucks the mike.  She growls and grunts and screams and whispers.  jesus we had good times and I'm so glad Ben convinced me to really go out because my internal nature likes to tell me I should stay home where it's safe and predictable.  But when you leave the house sometimes the place you're going to has a full bar with free drinks and a singing marching band and a barefoot blond howling White Wedding inside a photography studio with hippi kids running around and fun wacky Northwest types making it all a very good Night Out.

yeah.

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