I've got quite a few shows coming up cause you know, MOTHER FUCKING OCTOBER is creeping up on us. Which means MOTHER FUCKING HALLOWEEN and suddenly I have turned into Samuel L. MOTHER FUCKING Jackson. Don't be alarmed this always happens around Halloween time. So I guess it's fairly evident that I'm excited about said shows.
Here's a list of early October shows. Click on the links for more info:
MAD HATTER'S BALL
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 6 @ 410 BALLROOM
410 14TH ST @ BRODWAY IN OAKLAND CA
8PM / $10 W/ COSTUME, $15 W/OUT
I'm very excited to play a short, sweet solo set at this Lewis Caroll themed interactive costumed event! I absolutely love anything Carroll-themed.
STEAMSTOCK (FEATURING ABNEY PARK)
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 7 @ THE CRANEWAY PAVILION
1414 HARBOUR WAY IN SOUTH RICHMOND, CA
1PM-MIDNIGHT / GET TICKETS / ALL AGES
Dust off your bustles and top hats, and prepare the fainting salts! Hailed as "An Art Exposition," this all day event features 13 bands (such a wonderful number), is bound to be epic, and I am VERY ecstatic to share a bill with such amazing talent! Also, there will plenty of merchants selling their wonderful & weird wares (three cheers for alliteration)!
HUDU
WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 10 @ THE UPTOWN IN OAKLAND
1928 TELEGRAPH AVE IN OAKLAND CA
8PM / $10 / 21+
I usually do free tarot readings at this event, but this lineup is so amazing, I think I might just sit this one out, and watch the whole damn show! Seriously, click the link for more info, there's so much action crammed into one night: burlesque, music, stories, sideshow and more!
And if you come along and happen upon me, you might just be able to convince me to give you a reading.
Especially if you hand me a maker's sour.
The sometimes maudlin, sometimes morbid, maybe mimsy musings of Victoria Victrola.
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Just the Usual Blood Bath
So, a typical Friday night last week at my favorite dive bar in Oakland, the Stork Club. My band played a show with a fantastic eclectic lineup: VENTAT (metal), Hurricane Rupaul (punk rock uke and bass duo), and Matt Holdaway's Army (classic oral story telling over some smooth jams).
Had a shot of whiskey or two, with a quick exorcism chaser, followed by an abortion/bludgeoning, and topped with a beheading.
It was very, very bloody.
When I agreed to help VENTAT out with their gloriously gorey show, I didn't really know what I was signing up for. Oh, don't get me wrong, I knew there'd be blood, I just didn't know there'd be THIS MUCH:
I was wearing dark purple tights, and just about lost my head laughing when they came off for a shower.
Needless to say, (but I'm obviously gonna say it anway), I fucking adore sharing a stage with VENTAT. We share a love and enthusiasm for theatrics that rivals this girl's love of kittens. That's rather a profound amount of love my friends.
VENTAT always strives to bring a quality level of showmanship to the stage, which I appreciate quite a rather large amount. Such a large amount in fact, that it is indeed immeasurable. Or perhaps I'm just too lazy to find a reasonable comparison. And fuck it, they look pretty damn fancy too:
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