Ros Bobos: Calendar

A time was had. Red room dancing shadows, hot wax showers, stringed light strangulations, bathroom escorting.

A Furby was baptized, a belly dancer was conjured, killed, reborn, and killed again, and ended with a Teletubby message.

My ass in a tuba. Our crossdressing scared some guy.

Review from NorthShore Sunday Paper The brilliant Ros Bobos staged a piece that fell somewhere, however inconclusively, in the vicinity of music, theater and dance, although it wasn’t entirely clear where. It was a toga party or an exorcism, or ritual of some sort. Abbot jokingly apologized and promised to fire his booking agent.

We played with free jazz ensemble We are all Sisters and Brothers

Ros Bobos was joined by Filth Zilcho, Ult Mundane, and Chris Lyman from Evil Circus. We played, chanted, and I screamed a little while a thirty minute video I made played behind us. It was a hitsmash. One dude said "thank you for the craziest moment of my life".

We played in between Salsa sets!!! No joke. What I thought hoped would be a glorious disaster went very well. The keyboardist of the salsa band said "People were watching and thinking 'this is very strange' but they didn't leave!"