I WAS THERE WHEN THE BLUES WAS RED HOT

This instant classic is a raw and honest look inside their lives through the lens of the proverbial establishment, race, class, and gender. From a cultural perspective, all constantly re-examine these topics throughout the evening. In search of Equitable Inclusion, long before it became a catchphrase, the characters continually signify and debate while eerily predicting the future of the Blues in the year 2000.

Synopsis: It’s Saturday, July 13th in 1974 on the Southside of Chicago, in 1974. The night is still, and it’s a great night to be grown. Random police sirens and barbeque smoke from Nanda’s Smokehouse lie still in the darkness like a roach suspended in animation on a white, cigar smoke-stained living room wall at a thirty-three-degree angle — just before it meets the cracked ceiling when you have a house full of company. Parked outside are freshly washed and Turtle waxed late-model Cadillac Eldorados and Coupe DeVilles…