I'm an ensemble member in a rock opera, called The Broken Hipsters. You can read about it here:
The Broken Hipsters.
Think Hair, but funnier. The show promises to be bawdy, profane, but good-humored. A couple of non-sequiturs are thrown in, as every rock opera should have. I won't have any lines or nuttin, but I will be goofy-dancing up a storm.
Performances are November 7 and 8 at the
Mask & Wig Clubhouse, 310 Quince St., Center City Philadelphia.
250 seats, so
buy up!