We are so out of here. We've roamed the wasteland for years, gathering up freaks of all flags, celebrating and memorializing, creating and destroying. Now it's time for A Cavallo – the Carousel – to return to the... [read more]
We are so out of here. We've roamed the wasteland for years, gathering up freaks of all flags, celebrating and memorializing, creating and destroying. Now it's time for A Cavallo – the Carousel – to return to the desert, and await the vessel that will take us on our final journey. You won't believe the sweet ride we've got coming to pick us up. And we mean UP. So if you want to go UP, you're gonna have to get DOWN.
For we have summoned the MOTHERSHIP.
If you want on, you gotta speak the language. That language is FUNK. And you speak it with your ASS.
It's how those on the Mothership communicate – with rhythmic movements of their highly developed space asses, just like bees. But our asses don't sting – our asses are for pleasure.
There will be translators on board:
Navegante – Funk assembled from funky electrons
Bad Buka – Gypsy punk + P-Funk = Gypsy F-Punk
Night Of The Living Funk! – A mass of ass brass
DJ Barney Iller – Will hurt your pelvis
Smallchange – Is an encyclofunkapedia
DJ Shakey – Gives you the shakes (in your ass)
DJ Snicklefritz – Fritzes your snickle good
Shoot the Grey – Before it probes you!
Fun in the Zero-G Fuck Pod!
And, a Major Malfunction!
Extravehicular Activity Wear: George Clinton Replicant, Dancebot, Stevie Wonder/Geordi La Forge hybrid, Silver Dreadlocks, ASStronaut, Psychedelic Officer from the Funk Federation, Life Support Booty Shorts, Galactic Am-bass-ador, Alien Afro, Anything Noel Fielding (from the Mighty Boosh)
Money for Space Gas: $15 advance, $20 door
Landing site: Acme Studio, 63 N. 3rd between Wythe & Kent
Illustration by Kurt Huggins and Zelda Devon teeteringbulb.com