True Margrit

They arrive at Le Voyeur and hoist the gear from the truck into Le Voyeur's back room which is a study in blue and red and black.

And lest we forget, the room is merrily festooned with diverse accoutrements such as an...eggbird? A dead bird...a must-have for any discriminating backroom venue's feng shui.

The Hungry MCs open the evening up with some badass rhymes. Margrit is brimming with pride--The Mighty Misc, aka Elan Eichler, is her fab brilliant genius nephew! Her head almost explodes.



True Margrit take a turn on the stage to much approbation from the crowd, and then are followed by some freestyling with The Hungry MCs and some of their very special guests. True Margrit gets back up for one more set and Andrew ( who has a shocking cold) pounds our some particularly vicious fills. And thus incited to fury, Gary thumps majestically on the bass, Margrit brutalizes her keyboard and does True Margrit go over le top? Peut-etre. Mon amies, this is Le Voyeur! What else can they do?