What do you mean you don’t get naked?

Three years. For three years, we’ve been choreographing, rehearsing, improving, evolving, performing…and in three years we’ve yet to get the word out that Cabaret is not synonymous with Burlesque. Yes, we wear titillating costumes with copious amounts of ass and boob but as unclothed as we may appear on stage, that is the illusion of theatre because we are sweltering under layers of body stockings, fishnets, fringe and sequins.

What is the big difference, we get asked. Well, for one, we don’t strip. Second, we are not soloists. We perform as a troupe, as duos, trios, ensembles. Our routines range from tributes to broadway Fosse numbers to cute “burly bumps”, to BDSM and cheerleader themes; dancing to Britney to Manson, in stilts, taps, hoops, with fire, with props and more props and coordinated costume changes EVERY SINGLE NUMBER. We sing (I’m the one writing this and as our primary vocalist, girrrrl, I assure you, I SING). We do campy sketch comedy. We have something for everyone. Mom/girlfriend approved.

And yet here we are three years of busting our bustles, and the newest live theatre venue in town is booking everyone BUT us. Yeah, The Floridian Club I’m calling you out. Why? Because you already pledged fealty to another “Cabaret troupe”. That Cabaret troupe is a burlesque troupe, by the way. They book solo guest aerialists and fire eaters to give it some variety but they are and do burlesque. They’re fun! I’ve been to their shows! I’m a fan and a patron of The Floridian with its new look for the old beloved State Theatre.

But that’s not a Cabaret.

Cannonball Cabaret is a cabaret.

You should come up and see us sometime. We’ll entertain you but we won’t take our clothes off. Our apologies (or maybe, you’re welcome).