Irish Seisiun at Flounder Brewing The second AND fourth Thursday of EVERY month! That means its time for our Irish Seisiun! What is an Irish Seisiun? Unlike a performance, the musicians at a seisiun are playing for enjoyment as much for each other as for anyone who comes to listen. There are a core group of players, and others who drop in now and then. In fact, we never know who will show up or what instruments they will play—all completely acoustic and unamplified bringing the barn to life organically! Usually one person will start a tune, and those who know it join in. Musicians play until they feel like stopping or switch tunes. The origin and spirit of this music is in playing for dancers. If Irish dancers drop by to this seisiun, they will be welcome, too! Feel free to make requests if you know an Irish tune. To this group of musicians, virtuosity is less valued than the collective effort.

The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940 The creative team responsible for a recent Broadway flop (during which three chorus girls were murdered by the mysterious “Stage Door Slasher”) assemble for a backer’s audition of their new show at the Westchester estate of a wealthy “angel.” Comic mayhem ensues when the infamous “Slasher” makes his reappearance and strikes again — and again. As the composer, lyricist, actors and director prepare their performance and a blizzard cuts off any possible retreat, bodies start to drop in plain sight and accusing fingers point in all directions. An ingenious and wildly comic romp poking fun at the more ridiculous aspects of “show biz” and the corny thrillers of Hollywood’s heyday, the play is a non-stop barrage of laughter as those assembled (or at least those who aren’t killed off) untangle the mystery of the “Stage Door Slasher.” “…a kind of crossbreeding of Charles Ludlam (The Mystery of Irma Vep) and Terrence McNally, seasoned with a soupçon of Noises Off.” —The New York Times. “…enormous fun…Its strength comes in part from the sheer diamond wit and diamante showbiz glitter of Bishop’s writing. Even his corn is succulently served.” —New York Post. “…Bishop gives us a nakedly silly