It’s a Sunday night, The Knitting Factory, downtown Manhattan. 9/11 was four years ago. New York City is fighting to get passed the cutting down of its two middle fingers. Ground zero is still a gapping wound. In response, America has dropped cluster bombs on children, invaded Iraq under false pretense, and rolled tanks down Broadway. Taps are on everybody’s phone. Show goers at the Factory are looking to combat the worst of human behavior. They’re here to see Swamburger, …
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