MF! The party is upon us, as suddenly as a 30 degree weather shift in Indiana! An electric feeling, from the depth of my tarsals to the tingling ends of my carpals, is reverberating through my body. I hear a maniac, purple-hatted Gene Wilder shouting/singing something over the storm! It’s kind of like this:

There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going!
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing!
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing.
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
‘Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!

STOP THE BOAT! Savvy Salon on the BRAVE (BroadRipple Avenue) will be momentarily become an outrageous oasis to the desert of style and good music typically found in Broad Ripple on Saturday nights (in fact, probably found in most major cities….).

Editors Note: Savvy Salon could always be considered this Oasis.

There will be drinks and dancing, wanderings and wonderment, and great music all night! Pull up your socks, jump of your boat docks, and be ready to rock! I’m going to karate chop a panther, I’ve done it before!

See you there, we couldn’t do it without your imagination and shaking booties! After all, We are the Music Makers, we are the Dreamers of Dreams.