(All photos stolen from outopian. Go give him props for the awsome photography!)

The Ozarks are hot and wet. I'd say Sultry, but you need to feel to true oppression behind the words "HOT, and "WET", and Sultry just sounds pleasantly sexy. This was HOT, and WET. Throw on top of this a giant venue/barn/tent hybrid, 3 feet from the train tracks and drenched in a Monsoon of startling proportions: Thunder, lightening, wind, rain, all making little rivers across the dance floor, and a wall of wet heat onstage that you could boil eggs with.

...and it was AWSOME.


There were a billion screaming fans packed in, every breed of Sky Pirate and Wrench Wench you could imagine...and a few you never thought up, and drunk beyond belief. Okay, maybe not all, but enough where to really make'em fun to watch!



We mounted the stage, shed about 90lbs of water, and actually played a set with NO NOTICEABLE MISTAKES!  Honestly, I think people were disappointed. Its almost become a hallmark of Abney Park how often something breaks.



We actaully started about 30 hour earlier, so that gave us time to do a half dozen Encores, which we didn't expect to be doing. Voltaire was ..ward, and I really didn't want to cut into his time.
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Well, there it is. Steamy Fun in the Ozarks.