What can I say about Luna Tart's dinnertime performance at Eastside Showroom last night? I felt like I was in some kind of New York/Paris Twilight Zone. She's a kooky cabarat singer with just enough humor added to her tinged-with-darkness songs to keep you giggling instead of crying. Add a ukulele, accordion, and piano to her Blanche Dubois post-breakdown vibe (thanks, Jamie, for that observation!) and you get an entertaining, if surreal, experience.
