Confessions of a groupie or How I F'ed Jim Morrison the night he died but I didn't kill him

What I liked

Because who wouldn’t want to hear from the groupie who slept with Jim Morrison the night he died? Writer/performer Tuesday Thomas has crafted a rapid firing energetic elder with a questionable past and memory. April May June cornflower Blue Johnson, AKA Debi, is ready to spill the tea through misused Gen Z slang, off-tune singing and faulty memories. She’s spent the past 60 years sneaking backstage and into hotel rooms of legendary bands and is ready to be interviewed by her geriatric soft sculpture alter ego. It’s weird, musically unhinged, and a fun solo show.

What I didn't like

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My overall impression

It’s weird, musically unhinged, and a fun solo show.