Freeform

Somewhere, out beyond the horizon of what is seen and what is known, lies…The Fringe.Where silver-screen vamps stain non-filter Pall Malls with candy red lipstick, while mohawked bruisers shout Marxist Poetry and Kerouac politics. Where, at the drop of a coin in the jukebox, switchblading greasers, fishhooking mods, and bleach blonde bikini babes, all meet on the dance floor to do the Twist.Where all the Freeks, Freekettes, Lovers, and Losers congregate to celebrate the soul of the weird, exalt the spirit of sound, and worship at The Rebel Pulpit.

…And the Address, a program of strange, yet compelling music in a free-form setting. Entertaining and informative chatter, occasional guests and lots of surprises.