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Thursday, July 26, 2007

An incredibly successful night, marred only by the evil taste of Zima

Last night SMELLS LIKE TEASE SPIRIT took the sweltering Slipper Room by storm, an enthusiastic packed crowd for a show full of amazing talent. It doesn't get much more 90's then Pop-Up Video, Freddie Mercury, Jewel, Nirvana, Wilson Phillips, Miss Saigon, Bjork and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Clams and I co-emceed, and had a great time; the only downside is not being able to just enjoy the show from the front row, but that's a small price to pay. Oh yeah, we'll have to do this again soon.

Wednesday nights at Slipper can be rough, but I think the lesson to be taken from last night, from a producing standpoint, is: promote it, and they will come. We came up with a fun hook, and promoted the hell out of it-and, I'm happy to note, put together a show that our performers wanted to invite people to as well. That's a pretty great combination for making a good crowd, even in the middle of the week.

Oh yeah, and Zima totally still exists. We found some to use as a gag going into the intermission. I tried that shit in college once (we always had it around for the one girl who didn't drink beer), and remembered it tasting like flat Sprite. I was wrong, it actually tastes like citrusy death. Especially after sitting backstage for 3 hours.


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