By Artie Capshaw
We lost our way between our third and fourth “Oh Nurse”s and ended up in the alley outside the Bullfinch puking. Whereupon a pack of musicians in werewolf masks set upon us with drumsticks and tambourines, demanding we join them on the “whoops” in the celebrated jungle anthem “Snake Bait.” It was our guttural upchucks which clinched the audition. The show went fine, and we didn’t vomit again until we went home.

The Disinheritors, an all-star supergroup, present ‘Tis the Season to Be Jelly” at the Bullfinch, with possible “Snake Bait” reprise… Shock III and Witch War at Hamilton’s… D’ollaire’s offers the multi-media, better-when-on-drugs Nightmare at 20,000 Feet…