My Pittsburgh performance artist friend Phat Man Dee recently played a show at the Windber Hotel in the tiny town of Windber, PA, which is about five or so miles from my parents' front stoop. This is kind of exciting. Windber is a town that calls to mind Dollar General stores, dinners of hot wings and Iron City Beer, and old people whose major form of entertainment is getting MRIs. It's good to know that someone in my region of origin is trying to run a place that embraces eclecticism.
Phat Man Dee used to shave her head and leave enough hair on each side to make two pigtails, take off all of her clothes and just dance around wherever the hell she felt like it, perform with a very nice man who called him self Big Daddy Bull Seal, and host ramen noodle wresting competitions. These days, she has more hair on her head than I've ever seen her have, and is married to a man who calls himself Tommy Amoeba.
I wonder what the crowd was like. Also, I wonder if PMD still eats glass.
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