Justin Locklear

An insecure man's compulsion to know his partner's secrets leads him on an underworld descent where he makes contact with something non-human.

The action takes us on a disturbing, high-energy, graphic experience that is like attending a heady African American Studies lecture on the set of a blaxploitation film, performed in a former Dallas drug house. Paint chips and discarded plywood litter the broken sidewalk that leads from the empty back parking lot through knee-high weeds to the house where local performance art collective Dead White Zombies' newest site-specific performance installation takes place. Video projections play on various monitors. Loud Rap music surrounds us. Mama is cooking and cleaning in the kitchen.

A broke-down middle aged Texas troubadour yearns to be remembered like the southern bluesmen before him, but his failings and self-doubt forestall his musical dreams and blind him to the open road.