Take a Smut-Powered Time Machine to Belcourt's 'Night at the Stone Burlesk'

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Yowzah! Step right up, Music City, and prepare to have your eyes popped, your gobs smacked and your knobs polished by this hooterrific homage to the decadent days of grindhouse burlesque! For one night only Friday, June 22, at 10:30 p.m., a sudden and inexplicable rip in the space-time continuum — by which we mean a 16mm projector, a stash of vintage smut and some gorgeous gals with an allergy to undergarments — transforms The Belcourt into Detroit’s legendary bazoom showroom the Stone Burlesk, one of the country’s most venerated purveyors of pulchritudinous phenomena.

The story goes that owner Milton Jacobson bequeathed to his grandson Matthew his lifetime’s work — a monumental assemblage of several thousand vintage erotic film loops spanning the 1940s to the 1970s. Better still, he passed along untold hours of audio footage from behind the green-with-envy doors of his club. Want to hear a dancer’s saucy banter, the greasy swing of a fleabag orchestra, or a live pitch for racy French postcards? Oui — which translates as, “Hells yeah!”

Raising funds for a documentary (which sounds awesome), Matthew is now flying Grandpa’s kite and taking the Stone Burlesk experience to lucky cities across America. Tonight, Nashville, you get the birds! And the bees! And the quadruple D’s! In between on-screen samples of the (skin)house special, there’ll be belly dances, magic tricks, feats of erotic endurance and fully packed cigarette gals with whom you just might Strike Lucky!

But wait! Did we mention, live in person, the blooming buds of Rose Hips, the acrobatic Lux-O-Matic, or the wild wild Freya West? Stop banging on the doors, they’ll let you in! Just $25 gets you a one-way ticket to hell — but oh, what a ride on the bullet train! Click here for more info.

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