WHAT: The Fuxedos are comin' across the Bay, and gettin' ready to slay!™ It’s our first East Bay show in over five years*, believe it or not, and our last until ??? And it's gonna' be a veritable motherFuxer...with a set that'll include the NorCal premiere of our nifty new mini-musical, "Sign of the Mole."
Plus music from the most marvelous MoeTar, featuring our very own mighty
Matt Lebofsky on keys...and a set from one-man comedic prog Warr guitar virtuoso Brian Kenney Fresno.
WHEN: Saturday, May 9. Doors at 8 pm, show starts 9 pm-ish.
WHERE: Leo's Music Club on Telegraph in the Temescal district of the Town of Oaks. Established in 1956, Leo's Pro Audio closed its doors in 2012...and then reopened last year, transmogrified, as a venue for live friggin' music.
HOW MUCH: The worker-friendly price of $8 in advance, $12 at the door. Advance tix available online here: http://clubleos.com/event.cfm?id=200599&cart
...and in person at stores listed on the venue's website. Production value's going through the roof, but price is remaining petite.
Fuxshitup!
"The Fuxedos are one of the most amazing, entertaining, enthralling, unique, hilarious and inspirational bands I have ever seen...[vocalist] Danny was a musical maniac onstage, donning masks, using crazy props, dancing up an astounding storm, singing dynamically, stomping, prancing, being riotously funny and crazed and mindblowing."
-- Paul Zollo, Sr. Editor, American Songwriter Magazine; author, "Songwriters on Songwriting" and "Conversations with Tom Petty"
http://www.fuxedos.com
http://www.moetar.com/
https://briankenneyfresno.bandcamp.com/
*Has it really been five years, Fux Fans? Did a half-decade hustle by that hastily, hurtling helplessly into the chazzerai bin of History? Why, indeed, it has. And now, in honor of the occasion, we present some fun historical facts about the bygone year of 2010...that grand, glorious time long ago, when men were men, and women were women, and children were eggbeaters...when we last Fuxedshitup on the eastern shores of the mighty San Francisco Bay. Back then, gasoline was a mere fifteen cents a gallon; you could take home a loaf of bread for a piddly nickel; and a bottle of 1946 Macallan Lalique Cire Perdue Scotch whisky -- a complex and unique, sherry cask-seasoned single malt with notes of peat smoke, blood orange peel, cedar wood, and muscovado sugar -- sold for a mere $460,000. In those halcyon days of yesteryear, Grover Cleveland was President of these United States...until his role as Commander in Chief was usurped in a violent coup by motivational speaker Zig Ziglar, who promptly proclaimed himself Emperor of the Milky Way Galaxy...only to be summarily and mercilessly deposed himself by a squadron of lethal imperial footsoldiers of Bhrantrox the Terrible of Cygnus 119J005, who responded to the human's hubris with the kind of nauseating acts of surreal brutality befitting a true galactic conquistador. Why, in those days, there was a sense of buoyant optimism in the air, extraterrestrial conquest notwithstanding...that with some gumption, stick-to-it-ed-ness, and good ol' American ingenuity, a man with a vision and some moxie could change the world...as long as he had an idea in his head and a fire in his loins and his personal wealth exceeded ten billion US dollars. Ah, 2010, you elusive, ethereal beast...here's to you. Alrighty -- nostalgia break is over, folks. Enough staring into the rearview, reminiscing about the good ol' days. Onward, ever onward we inexorably march into the eternal unknown...into The Future! Offer void in Alberta.
Cost: $8 advance/$12 door