NOT THE GOVERNMENT

When a band from Texas joins Parking Lot Dance Club, havoc ensues. The bum world comes out and graces us with dance moves. Cars get interrupted by our interruptions. Diner dwellers peer out the window and take a crack at our scene.

We are Parking Lot Dance Club. Punksters. Hipsters. Something in between. The neighbors don't like us because we are WALKING the streets.

No, we are not whores.  We are exploorrrorrrrrs. Horrors....ROARERRSSSS.

We make the pavement crack with the heel of our beat.