Over the years, you may have seen me like this, playing on streets and in alleys, at rallies and parades, on trains and in parks, and in libraries and museums because . This is what I’ve called my “punk uke”…which I’ve shortened to “𝗣𝗨𝗞𝗘”. Who would have thought that the person deems “San Francisco’s Queer Cinema Poet” would be most associated with vomit?
The next few months are going to see the PUKE setup in various forms. Hopefully you’ll be…[more]
