Come witness, Come testify! Come wash yourself in lucious sounds dripping with authentic truth, reflecting your own beauty back to you! It feels like Led Zepplin and Kate Bush dancing through an orchestra, but is it really only one or two people sending the atmosphere endulating? Is it really just one folk musician summoning the heavens into the Honey Moon and opening a dreamscape for all to see? Yes it is, and you are already a part of it, ringing out in the timeweb of the multi-verse. Join yourself and join. . . 

Oliver Franklin-- a meastro of the strings, a wizard of guitar riffage--his lyrics are lush--and his style ranges from gritty folk noire to orchestral physchedelic to timeless political folk punk--birthed and rebirthed in Seattle. 

Unkel (Karen) Kunkel-- pleased and honored to be sharing a bill with her friend Franklin--wanders near on far, in body and mind, through space and time, dreams and astral planes, real deserts and oceans, from B'ham to Brooklyn, and, most recently, New Orleans and back--She brings theatrical narrative folk opera, singing hard-prog-parlor-folktales of her wanders of heart and body, in her search for the truth and her discoveries of the shared vibration which rings through us all. Her performances are bizarre and moving, absurd and hilarious, intentionally unpolished--in line with her philosophy of highlighting the process as an artist and sharing the journey communally. 

Music starts by 8:30 sharp. . . 
Cover by donation, no one turned away. Kunkel wants a hug. xoxo