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How I met the Xylopholks

How I met the Xylopholks

About 5 months ago, my life changed when i transfered to the L train at Union Square. A skunk, a pink gorilla and a rag-tag make-shift cookie monster costume greeted me with xylophone infused ragtime music on the platform. They were the Xylopholks. This made no sense in the most wonderful way. But I didnt need to understand. All I knew is that I loved them. So i wrote them a note. The note read something like this:

“Hey. what the hell is this? My name is Kae. I make furry costumes. I dance to music. I have a circus and a venue and i want to do things with you. heres my email and 5$. thanks for being awesome”.

Months later, when we performed Cirque du Quoi here at House of Yes, we needed an opening band and I knew these guys would be perfect. They came, they played, they conquered. I asked them if they wanted to collaborate on a performance i’m writing called “Animal Circus”, but to my dismay, Cookie Monster (Jon Singer) said he would be going to India. Good for him, but bad for my show. Whatever, I didn’t hold it against him. He then told me the sad story of how he didn’t have enough money to bring his pink gorilla with him across the world. For a moment i thought he was talking about the costume, and i was confused as to how he couldnt afford some extra luggage storage. I soon realized that he was talking about Bridget, the person INSDIE the gorilla costume. We needed to fundra Bridget and other musicians need to go to india. And we need to help.

Therefore, we are having a fundraising party here tomorrow to raise money for their tour in India. Samosas are cheap, but plane tickets arent. Tomorrow, we will party hard so to ensure that they can play ragtime tunes at the taj mahal and can sweat their pubic hair off while wearing thick faux-fur animal suits.

Check our events. Check it out. C’mon. Come. Help the gorilla. They will change your life. Money Back, Guaranteed*

*not actually guaranteed.

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