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Some of the cast at Footlight Fairies Cabaret (located off the lobby at Loveless Motel) are caught treading the boards in rehearsal for an as yet unannounced number, but a little bird has let us know that the one-night-only production will feature an all male, all nude cast presenting snippets of Jesus Christ Superstar. Show Director Bobbi Frapples says "Yes, I know we are taking a lot of liberties here, however we're saving a fortune on costumes." In this scene, a confrontational J.C.(portrayed by the sensational Mr. Leva Malone, Miss F I Des Moines, 1962) is calmed by Marty Magdalene (as usual, on his knees) and Judas Iscariot, who entreat him with "Everything's Alright". In the fully realized production, beards will be added. Isn't that just always the way... Mr. Frapples candidly confesses they still have to work out how tips will be handled, because after all it IS drag queens, albeit out of drag, but currently the thought is coin-tossing from audience seats with silver dollars purchased in advance, to simulate shekels. The idea has been presented to Nic the Senior Manager who, concerned with liability issues of flying metal objects hurled by drunks in the direction of a stage in a darkened room, will seek the advice of Pounds, Butts and Bates LLC., Loveless Motel's solicitors of choice.

New project.mp4 A couple days ago we told you about the First Annual Loveless Motel Cat Show. Scratch that. (so to speak). Make that First and Last. Here's what went down. A late entry was called in Friday night, and Nic allowed the two men, Alberich and Bob, to enter their cat. The men arrived with quite a bit of luggage and one very large crate, and due to its size, they were given a larger unit on Lover's Lane near the other entrants' lodgings, however all the recently tiled units were taken and so a carpeted unit had to do. Yesterday morning, the day of the show, held in Footlight Fairies Cabaret, each of the owners set up his table with his cat on display, and Alberich and Bob wheeled in their sizeable crate. The table had to be removed due to its inadequacy, and the two men stood next to the big box while the auditorium filled with cat fanciers and curiosity seekers alike. There were oohs and ahs as the crowd began to circulate among the tables, hardly observing little easy-to-follow directional signs like "Do not insert your fucking fingers into the fucking cage". The temptation to feel fur is just a bit much for some people, and so there was a lot of touching and feeling going on of the cats, too. Foregoing the usual understated attire for such a show, Alberich in his rhinestone studded cape, and Bob with a whip, in his bulging skin-tight unitard, stood out among the others, but unfortunately the crate being guarded by the two men was solid wood, and there was nothing to be seen, so the crowd largely ignored them.