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DRINK WITH THE DEVIL! @ FLOUNDER BREWERY. That's right, rock-n-roll rebels, on Tues. Oct 29 at 7:30 PM, Hillsborough is the Pine Barrens and Flounder Brewery is the Devil's Diner, when we raise some hell on Devil's Day Eve with our original, bluegrass, tall tale, The Devil and Daisy Dirt. Grab a special, seasonal pint of Jersey Devil Ale (or Hill Street Honey or Toasted Porter or any one of their eight delicious brews; or a glass of homemade root beer) and settle in for the weirdest hour of your life. This Halloween season, give the Devil its due. (Flounder Brewery is a taproom/bluegrass hall in a 250-year-old, refurbished barn on a farm off Amwell Rd in Hillsborough, NJ. It's the prefect setting for the show.)
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"There is no one remotely like Alex Dawson in Gothic New Jersey or anywhere else. A riveting, one-of-a-kind storyteller." Joyce Carol Oates, The Gravedigger's Daughter
"Stunning. With a muscular, train chugging lyricism. Boom chicka boom. Jim Henson meets Johnny Cash. Their Devil mixes the Wendigo with Gossamer from Bugs Bunny and the titular animal from your favorite boy and dog or girl and horse book. A hairy, humped, knuckle dragger with black, unblinking eyes that somehow convey a wealth of emotion. This story will break your heart." Lev Grossman, The Magicians, The Bright Sword
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"Is Garden State Gothic a thing? It should be. Daisy Dirt is the literary daughter of Carson McCullers and The Boss. Born to Run by way of Sad Cafe. The devil is real, folks. And it lives in New Jersey." - Jason Rekulak, Hidden Pictures, The Impossible Fortress
"There's always a bit of a Frankenstein in the desire to build a creature. To make it move, live and feel. Dan has done an incredible job bringing this Devil to life. It's beautiful to see a puppet convey such emotion." Adrien Beau, The Vourdalak
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"'The SWAMP! Sinister, mysterious! It shaped the lives and loves and hates of the people who lived round its edges!' This is the tagline on the poster for Jean Renoir’s 1941 Southern Gothic American debut, Swamp Water. Change swamp to pines and throw in a big boss of a buck with bat wings and you have something close to The Devil and Daisy Dirt, an impressively muscular achievement by Alex Dawson. The title screams “Horror!” and indeed it’s a concept based on the legend of the Jersey Devil. But Dawson’s yarn, half creature feature, half country song, narrated onstage by Dawson himself, is poignant and moving. You feel for the Devil like you do Karloff’s monster or King Kong. Without being preachy, this brisk campfire tale addresses issues of acceptance and intolerance. All of it set to a highly effective original score played live by folk singer Arlan Fieles in a hat that would look at home on Lee Van Cleef. Daisy is winningly portrayed by Devon Borkowski. But it’s her titular teammate, the 'Devil,' a brute of a beast whose hulking hairiness brings to mind the Baker/Bottin bear-wolves in The Howling, brought to brilliant and vulnerable life by designer Dan Diana, that breaks your heart (even as it quickens your pulse)." - Lee Pfeiffer, Editor-in-Chief, Cinema Retro Magazine
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"Awesome. Amazing. Goth. Fun. [With] really great live music. The Jersey Devil puppet will absolutely blow your mind. I’m talking George Lucas first Star Wars level of special effects. Incredible, incredible, like larger than life. I would definitely check this out." New Jersey is the World
"A singular achievement that seamlessly draws together elements that, on paper, feel unlikely – bluegrass and puppetry, horror and honky tonk, diner culture and the dark fantastic – but onstage, delivered in Alex Dawson's mesmerizing performance as raconteur, ringmaster, and resident hellbilly, combine to create a tale of adventure, playful horror and unexpected pathos, a meditation on loneliness, compassion, and empowerment. Wildly inventive staging creates a rich and textured world. We journey from the dumpsters of a diner, through a grotesque counter-side eating contest, down a country highway, and eventually into the wilderness, all within the confines of an intimate space no bigger than a bedroom. It's a feat of imagination, a fever dream, a nightmare, and totally unmissable." - Sophie White, Shirley Jackson Award winning author of Where I End
"Very weird. Very Jersey. Our kind of show. See it to believe it!" Weird New Jersey
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"Even in this diner at the end of the world, someone's still got to ferry the coffee out to the morning customers. Meet Daisy Dirt, the one who keeps this strange world turning. Lightning flashes, the Devil smiles, and Daisy, the hero we need, grins back. Very cool and all kinds of fun." - Stephen Graham Jones, The Only Good Indians
"Dawson is the Chuck Norris of storytelling. He can blow bubbles with beef jerky. The Devil and Daisy Dirt has the dense graininess of a piece of dried muscle meat. With all the wonder and whimsy of a bubble blown heavenward. Leathery and magical." - Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters, What Kind of Mother
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"Diners, piners, and devils, plus a knot of dried up meat that makes Pork Roll feel like filet mignon. OG Jersey Devil Dawson puts the Dirt in Dirty Jerz with a twisted yarn that could only happen in my home state." Mike Edison, Raunch Hands, I Have Fun Everywhere I Go
"Dawson cracks that cryp with a whip-smart tall tale that leaves a mark. They're touring with this thing, so even if you missed the premiere, 'it's not too late to cryptid, cryptid good.' You'll be glad you did. Powerful, poetic, and incredibly strange. I can't stop thinking about it." Will Rogers, Blackwood, Earth Break, Guide to the Unknown
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SUMMARY: On the night of an annual appetite contest called "I 8 the Devil," Daisy Dirt finds something strange - winged and antlered, wounded but alive - in the dumpster behind Lucille's Luncheonette (aka the Devil's Diner). With the help of a Piney palm reader named Effie and a piece of magic muscle meat from the basement game locker, Daisy evades a villainous poacher named Tasty (Murder) and risks everything to save it.
Think Pine Barrens “Our Town” meets E.T., with a shoulder-shot cryptid instead of a stranded extraterrestrial, deer hunters instead of federal agents, and a portal that opens above the Apple Pie Hill fire tower after a midnight lightening strike instead of an alien mothership shaped like a Christmas tree ornament. All backed by a high lonesome sound.
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