Tango Carnies

Carmen and Deb:

The circus begins at 8PM

We unleash the music's engine

An electric powered mechanism of cables, sound board, lap top, mics, and speakers

Strings, bellows, and air keep the merry-go-rounds within a merry-go-round a spinning ronda

Every night a new city, with wooden-floored parking lots where dancers pay their $10 to coast on a counterclockwise carousel, riding beats up and down, embracing their black, white, and red colored ponies

Gated spaces, mirrored and dimly lit, we walk the centrifuge for miles and miles into the wee hours of the morning, all for the main attraction: the tango roller coaster's elusive high

Or is the biggest draw the hot chicks with their black lace and colored satins, painted lips, tawny shoulders, white pants, round seats and exposed thighs?