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Chicago, late 20ies. A smoky Bar.
Prohibition, mafia, decadence, glamour, forbidden gambling.

A jazz trio and a singer:
Drums, bass, piano, sometimes a guitar.

And the Master of Ceremonies:
"Smells Like Teen Spirit", "Every You Every Me", "Hells Bells", "Wonderwall", "Fuck Forever" and other tune wedgies, which may once again gain a certain popularity at the turn of the next millennium...

He overviews the ongoing activities. This is his job as the DON’s fugleman. The DON owns Chicago. Entire Chicago? Yes. The whole town. As does the bar. And the band. And the better part of the audience.

Billy Rubin, consigliere of the family and the DON’s right-handman, tells the story of the Godfather, whose presence is perceptible at any time.
Dubious business, quick transactions, urgent „conversations“ – just standards.

As is the music:
Somewhere in a semi-legal backdoor-swing-club in Downtown Chicago.
The atmosphere is as dense as the most guest are drunk. In spite of – or  due to? – prohibition.

Then, in the course of the night, there’s a rumor abroad: The DON is willing to accept visitors in an audience tonight in a very secure back room.

It is his club. They are his guests. And it is his band, playing tonight: The Billy Rubin Trio ft. Lady S.

An amusing show, located somewhere between the Chicago of the late 20ies and a fictitious Retro-Metropolis of the third millennium.

Nirvana, Franz Ferdinand, The Cure, Pete Doherty and others, played by a classical Jazz-Trio: piano, bass and drums.

So don’t be dead between your ears! Take your hotsy-totsy out and drag a hoof in one of the Don’s Backdoor-Swing parties to some clam bakes and dillingers!

5 people from Vienna!