

Close your eyes, imagine a hot night, the smell of sweat and dirt and perfume. Imagine unfamiliar faces in a sepia photograph in a time that is both the present and past. A sultry voiced, voluptuous blond strapped lusciously into a velvet patchwork corset invites you inside. Hear the sound of raucous laughter and even more raucous music. The sound of guitars, mandolin, drums and accordion washes over you. Open your mind to the story you hear. This is Dizzy Miss Lizzie's Roadside Revue.



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