Frriiiiiidaaaaayyy the 17th! We gather once more to make sweet musical funk-bumps and heart-crashingly golden play-scapes amidst the dusky charm of the 303. As sweet Harry James Angus soulfully sings.... "Just gimme some culture, never mind the TV... Just wanna hear some moooosic, down at the 303." Come and dance, sing, cackle and play on this saucy eve with the groove-infected Belly Savalas for this night of soulful revelry, mischief making and general shennanigonnery!!! C U THERE.
