Big Ol’ Tire Fire’s The Chalk Show with Craig Staggs. Directed by Jessica Gardner. Episode 4 with bathroom funk artist Freakzone. This weekend in Austin: Norm McDonald at Cap City and Fucktown at The Highball. This episode features a special musical performance by Freakzone.
Fucktown (Sex & The City Read by Dudes) At Highball
What would you call Sex and The City if it were about men?
Austin comedy makers Big Ol’ Tire Fire answered that question in 2008 with the resounding success of Fucktown, starring Jason Andres, Chase Staggs, Craig Matthew Staggs, and Mark Stewart as four dudes screwing their ways across New York City. Over one hundred people – hardcore SATC fans and fans of irony in general – skipped opening night of the first SATC movie to drink cosmopolitans and sit on Craig’s lawn for this ridiculous staged reading about the perils of dating dudes, orgasms, babies, and shoe shopping.
A new SATC movie this spring begs the show’s return (with new episodes!), this time presented in the showroom of South Austin’s luxurious Highball! With table service before and during the show! Lowbrow meets highbrow! Fucktown at Highball!
Lending their considerable talents as the dudes our heroes screw and love are: Philip Emanuel, Brently Heilbron, Joey Hood, and Dustin Wills!!!!!!!
There is VERY LIMITED SEATING for this event. Current estimates are only eighty per night! 18 and over! Immature audiences only!
8 bucks.
Back in 1993, I was working as a live-in butler for Butch Hancock to settle a gambling debt. Or rather, the bet was I couldn’t live with and clean up after Butch and his filthy pals for six months while I finished up my degree in Botany.
Jack and Brendon were around a lot at Butch’s place in South Austin back then. It was their idea for the pajama party, and I still blame them for what happened between me and Gary Coleman.
I guess I was pretty naive, but I had no idea it would turn into an orgy. Nor could anyone – but those who have seen it – comprehend the mess made by orgy of one hundred musicians, artists, and other assorted hippies. I think someone literally exploded.
Butch's bedroom needs a good going over
After the pajama party, Butch and I decided to move out rather than try to mop up sixty gallons of spooge and cooking oil. But, el capo didn’t think that was in the spirit of the wager. Technically, I hadn’t cleaned up after Butch and his pals, so I lost the bet. And I had to be Gary Coleman’s butler for a week.
That was a nightmare and a story I won’t ever tell. But, looking into his face in the picture below — it’s like looking in the mirror. I know I’m the only one who sees it, but Gary Coleman looks exactly like me.
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