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- MIDNITE - Like a curve in the road you missed in the fog, the only Bus Station Drive-in in the world hits you like a well-timed Suckerpunch with the sudden sparking of the projectors. Tip the parkinglot attendant and the staff on rollerskates serving your drinks, while we crank up the Dead Battery Short(changed) Film Festival. So bring along an entry on video (please!!), or enjoy a rescreening of Coffee&Cigarettes, and whatever else we've got. Pour yourself into your neighbor's big hand and squeeze it all in.

1:00 am MYSTERY HOUR. It's the time of day when you believe a splash of gasoline would freshen up your coffee. Once again, the flashing lights go off, the umbrella is opened, and it's mystery hour! And once more, opportunity is granted for reflection on the meaning of this event. Add to the puzzlement with your own mystique - whatever that may be. Follow closely as Mystery Hour unfolds. Operachi mysteriouso: Night on Earth

2:00am Party in the Kitchen Doubleredux

After a couple years of regular drinking in the bars around brooklyn, your hosts offer this advice: never let a bartender pick your last drink of the night. (Apologies to René, famous bartender-extraordinaire of Monteros) They'll always try to ruin your night with something like a straight-up sambucca with a vodka-cherry - which is René's personal offering. In honor of all the great waterfront bars of yesteryear, climb aboard the metaphorical TW Pequod as your ship's captain, bartender Jack, with deckhands Tom Collins, Rob Roy, Gin Ricky, and Joey X congregate on the bridge for "a late shift masquerade," while attempting to avoid running aground on the shoals of sobriety. On the big screen: in continuing tribute to Frank, and to a the essential elements of Swank, we bring you OCEANS 11.

3:00am Last-Ditch Attempt Saloon x

Time to ponder the eternal truths, as well as Tom's new recording contract with Epitaph Records... and if Tom were on a stamp, would it be the old tom or the young tom?

Swordfishtrombones

5:00am Too early for the Circus, Too late for the Bars

but it's just about the right time for the stupid french timer game, while you count the minutes ticking by on Bob's microwave clock and try to remember the last time you had so much fun.

Sign-off serenade: Blue Valentines

Never saw the morning, 'til I stayed up all night. It's six in the morning, just about when the "sun come crawling out of a manhole cover at the foot of 33rd st." rub your eyes and wander about the Dead Battery farm and marvel at the sleep contortions the body can perform. Grab a lucky penny from the jar at the door, and we'll be seeing you around

As TW said, "It would've been real lonesome around here if nobody showed up." So a heartfelt thanks in advance to all those who showed up, and everyone who lent a hand - especially Ellen, chef Bruce and the whole B.R. crowd, bartender jack, buddha, uncle bob, joey X, Ricky, andy & diane, jordan, MISSY, dana, and the zehr sisters, who never let little things like thousand-mile drives with no cigarettes or beer money keep them from a festival.

So please join us for the '98 vintage of the TW Festival. Bring your guitars, banjos, bongos and black shelale's, your digeridoos, tin whistles and Chevroleles to jam with all the musicians roaming about... bring your underappreciated art, your unscreened movies, and of course a couple bottles of something that tickles your fancy. We'll keep the porch light on for you. Similar to last year, we could use a hand making it a smooth and successful TW event. Give us a call to help with the set-up, clean-up, cooking and especially bringing odds & ends to Bob's. For over-the-top fun, lend a hand in the TW Construction Brigade for a day one or two weekends before the party - if you feel like it. Contact Ted at (212) 596-9236. Mucho gracias

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