“…Everything from pop-culture references and local lore, to poignantly riveting monologues about misdirection and growth... A cautionary tale about growth and reconciliation with the inevitable ‘march of progress... Full of sight gags and jokes that kept the audience breathless.” — Boise Weekly, August, 2000
DALE SLACK
It was a love letter to Boise in the 90s written by four sarcastic, proto-hipsters who didn’t know they were in love with Boise in the 90s. In a completely accidental way, we managed to let everyone but ourselves know how special and beautiful we thought Boise was.
The Cruise is still a thing. If you type “the cruise downtown” into Google, “the cruise downtown boise” pops up as the second suggestion. My sincere hope is that there is a 22 year-old, smoking, Scotch-drinking, poli-sci major, asshole sitting at the Neurolux right now mocking the $2000 cars with $4000 stereo systems to his three actor friends and wondering what can be done to monetize his contempt.
To this day, I can’t hear Dark Side of the Moon without panicking and peeing a little.
DALE SLACK
It was a love letter to Boise in the 90s written by four sarcastic, proto-hipsters who didn’t know they were in love with Boise in the 90s. In a completely accidental way, we managed to let everyone but ourselves know how special and beautiful we thought Boise was.
The Cruise is still a thing. If you type “the cruise downtown” into Google, “the cruise downtown boise” pops up as the second suggestion. My sincere hope is that there is a 22 year-old, smoking, Scotch-drinking, poli-sci major, asshole sitting at the Neurolux right now mocking the $2000 cars with $4000 stereo systems to his three actor friends and wondering what can be done to monetize his contempt.
To this day, I can’t hear Dark Side of the Moon without panicking and peeing a little.