Jayceemo

Marilyn, Sally, Karla, Me...Catt.

Foolsguild

Baby Apol amd Sage, 5 O'ckloch show Blackpoint Traders Market stage.

The Mullettes: Some serve coffee and dance, some play music and dance, Some dance in public and all dance in private.

Some are scientists and designers, Directors and conservationists abound in our number. Many have gone on to be a part of the exciting ATS or Tribal scene, many others have managed to maintain anonymity.

The sisterhood is very powerful, stretching over time and distance, and even the boundaries of life and death. We welcome each others children as our own, we roam far from each other...and somehow manage to find each other again in the mists of cyberspace and in the streets of festivals far and wide.

Years ago we were called to be the first barristas at the Burningman, back when Wild Bill manned the helm. Many still find that sacred city of our own a yearly home. Fly by night producers, dance troupe directors, Folk Rock Band Manager, and just plain nomadic performing artist, many of our number enjoy some unusual adventures.

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So the Story Goes...

During a poker game Mullah Nasrudin lost his teahouse to his donkey...somehow. The donkey was a merry lad and invited all of the musicians and dancers to come and play at his teahouse.
So Tribal Glam! was born and still lives on that special bit of ground..
.the improv stage.
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Faire
Teahouse Now!
Mullettes
Still Going! YouTube feature:
(Rachel Brice at the Yard Dogs in SF)
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