There was once a young boy who held a dream close, so close to his tender heart: to hold a magnificent midsummer gala to celebrate and highlight all of his life’s accomplishments. He dreamed of an event filled with music and glad handing. He fantasied of the night could he could remark to people he has known for 15 or 20 years: “I’m sorry I dont believe we have met…” and then with a smirk remark to the adoring throng to the left “She was NOT invited”. He would call it the Soiree Musicale, and it would be beautiful.
Sadly this dream was yanked from him. The result left him bitter, angry and he grew to be a harder man than he might otherwise have been. Some would say he became cruel. Yet he would answer that he simply has found strength.
The man has realized that one must find life’s joys where he can. Taking his cues from the brave citizens Beirut who continued the party while civil war shed Muslim and Christian blood alike in the streets below…expressing his admiration for the occupants of Stalingrad who refused to put down the vodka bottle though they heard the howl of the Paulus werewolves just outside the gates of the city…His new vision referenced Stalin’s fabled late night drinking parties where one wrong word can get you sent to the gulag.
The man has realized that celebration…much like power…needs to be seized.
The Demagogues of The Cargo Culte invite you to
The Hyperion Tavern
Saturday, September 4 at 9pm
1941 Hyperion Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90027
In fact we insist.