Every sunday, for the next couple months, when walking into Dave's Aqua Lounge 'tween the hours of 8 and who knows when, don't expect anything. Or, expect not to know what to expect.

Our Jersey-boy jack-in-the-box, might be retelling 20 years past of late-night drunken debauchery while fronting the drainpipe clank of those rancid AMOEBA melodious flowernotes.

Or dig artists careening colored arrows on butcher sheets.

Singers, songwriters,poets,book admirers,musicians,drinkers,smokers,snails,shells,people are all welcome.