Midwest Madness

[Little Miss Risk]

Ah, the power of the blog. I’m going to take a second to bask in the glow of knowing I lit a fire under someone’s ass in Bismark. If you’ve been following this blog (and I know you do, or you fear my cute but vengeful wrath) then you’ll know we ran up against a series of problems in trying to do our show in Bismark, ND due to restrictions and laws banning dancing onstage during a performance unless one was singing or playing an instrument if the venue sold liquor. We had finally relocated the show after a lot of song and dance (ha ha) to a performance space outside of town that sold pop to keep the sass up for the North Dakota peeps.

It would appear that an article appeared in the Bismark Tribune…. You can read it for yourself here. Anyone who knows me well knows that I’m a big fan of 80’s dance movies and the strange laws and the lengths they went to in order to basically outlaw stripping, stripteasing and so on reminds me of a deviation of the Kevin Bacon classic, Footloose. Guess what happened at the end of that movie… that’s right, they wound up all dancing, too. And everyone lived happily ever after, more or less. Maybe not Lori Singer.

Anyways, our private party boasted a special show for a biker gang who did the amazing art work at the beginning of this blog. They were a special gang, all composed of folks who were members of AA as well, which I thought was pretty neat. It made for a lot of folks who didn’t get drunk and sloppy after the show, and instead let us drape ourselves over their bikes and take photos. Not only that, but they helped us load in and out up tow flights of stairs and for this I shall put on my rider “Biker Cabana Boys” under my list of ridiculous demands. But seriously, these guys were all good as gold to us and I’d dance dry any night of the week for them.

We headed from Kenosha WI, to Jefferson City, MO which was a pretty long drive. When we arrived it was getting a little late but we got everything set up in time to watch our local opener, my new favorite Midwest band, Shitbag. No word of a lie these guys had me thinking I was in a worm h*** watching the Dead Kennedys play. It was eerie. But honestly, find them on MySpace or however you can and check them out - they are epic. Bloody Betty bought matching shirts for her and her boyfriend. Speaking of Betty and her t-shirt quest she is officially six for six.

Tonight we’re in Denver after an all night drive through Missouri, Kansas and finally Colorado. We rolled into Three Kings (from where I now type this) and settled in right away. I wonder though, which fellow is going to wind up going home drunk, puzzled and shirtless as Bloody Betty aims to maintain her A-game. We’re all a little shell shocked from the intense drive but I know that the burlesque community is pretty hardcore in town so we’re planning to do our best tonight and hopefully Vivienne VaVoom and the girls from Burlesque As It Was put in an appearance tonight… *hint hint*…

Triple X’s,

Little Miss Risk