Acoustic Drag. Leanne. Just Plain Leanne
In women’s clothing. In the dark. Dust motes just float in a shaft of light. Music plays. Cross dressing = comedy gold, right? Perhaps. The music took me there. Twice. […]
In women’s clothing. In the dark. Dust motes just float in a shaft of light. Music plays. Cross dressing = comedy gold, right? Perhaps. The music took me there. Twice. […]
Ukulele. Double Bass. Gorilla. Behind the magic. I ripped off my Backseat Drivers costume and dashed out of the performing arts complex and down to the next gig. A hot tent […]
Cliff Richard. Ukulele music. The back seat of a Valiant. Elvis writes my soundtrack. A good Korea move. In 1997 I’d made a show called Toast for the Brisbane Fringe Festival. […]