Quiet Desperation, Another Poster for a Cancelled Perormance at The Brazen Husky

Notification of performance cancellation. Management of The Brazen Husky, a notorious Alaska watering hole and hardware store is pleased to announce that mime troupe "Mime Shaft" will not be appearing, in spite of earlier publicity trumpeting the imminent performance. Husky management "said" in a press release "At first we were deeply impressed by the group's tenacious devotion to the core value of their peculiar art. That value, of course, is to be smugly annoying. Then we thought about it, and it hit us that annoying a bunch of Alaskans, many of whom were likely carrying, and all of them certainly stinking, commode-hugging, drunk, was possibly irresponsible, and more important, potentially costly. We cancelled them faster than you can not say "Jack Robinson." When reached for comment Mime Shaft mastermime Marcel Morceau was cheered by the news. "We consider our act to be a failure if we actually make it through a run. Cancellation is confirmation that we did not let our audience down. And to be cancelled before the show even starts confirms we are on the right path." Back at the Brazen Husky , management said they would offset the anticipated loss of revenue with a sale on rebar, lag screws, and miter boxes. "Everybody wins."

Concert Cancelled, Still Another Unlucky Night at the Brazen Husky

NOTICE OF CONCERT CANCELLATION- An exclusive engagement of Delta Blues master Jellyfish Jones ended abruptly his first night on stage at the Brazen Husky. Jones was known as a guitar wizard with few peers. It was rumored for decades that he went one winter evening to the same lonely crossroads visited by Robert Johnson. There, like Johnson, he met Satan in the dead of night, and sold his soul in exchange for unholy mastery of his instrument. That rumor was spectacularly confirmed when, just a few songs into the second set, the incarnation of evil, Old Nick himself, entered the Spenard club. The Lord of the Underworld announced that he was there to collect, seized the hapless Bluesman and strode past the bouncers with the protesting musician struggling under his arm. All that remained behind was the sharp odor of brimstone and the guitarist's slide, which fell during the brief struggle, slowly rolled to the edge of the stage, and fell to the floor with a metallic ping.