Having participated once before in Amoebapalooza, our annual night of musical mayhem, rhythm and revelry, I had some idea of what to expect when I stepped through the doors of The Mezzanine on a San Francisco summer night. Without casting any dispersions on venues of the past, I was immediately impressed by the layout of the theatre, the size, the decor, and, above all, the state of the art sound system. I zipped up my green Adidas track suit and strode boldly in.
While looking forward to the entire evening of revelry, I was personally invested in two particular acts. One of them had me feeling particularly (I'll admit) apprehensive. The other was scheduled to open the show. Let's start there, shall we?
After a hearty and enthusiastic welcome from our capable and well dressed hosts, W.C. Von der Berc's Cabaret took the stage with preamble courtesy of one drunken and belligerent clown. I had been enlisted to slap upright bass, a duty which I was happy to perform, doing my best to keep up with the dark carnival maelstrom that is W.C. and his Cabaret. Standards of yesteryear such as "St. Louis Blues" and "I Put A Spell On You" were given a treatment reminiscent of absinthe and anarchy, punk and pandemonium. Quite a sight to see!