...which is funny, and weirdly apt. But most importantly, it directed me back to listen to Mojo Nixon again. For an hour long dance. Great dance music, full of voodoo and spitfire humor. Lo-fi genius, layers of irony, perfect guest for a future WTF. And, ultimately, too drunk to stand. But at the end my ya yas were all out and my ass on fire.
Sheherzad disco with/against The King