Justin Locklear

A man happens to run into an old acquaintance from high school while on a hike in the woods.

A man happens to run into an old acquaintance from high school while on a hike in the woods.

The action takes us on a disturbing, high-energy, graphic experience that is like attending a heady African American Studies lecture on the set of a blaxploitation film, performed in a former Dallas drug house. Paint chips and discarded plywood litter the broken sidewalk that leads from the empty back parking lot through knee-high weeds to the house where local performance art collective Dead White Zombies' newest site-specific performance installation takes place. Video projections play on various monitors. Loud Rap music surrounds us. Mama is cooking and cleaning in the kitchen.

A broke-down middle aged Texas troubadour yearns to be remembered like the southern bluesmen before him, but his failings and self-doubt forestall his musical dreams and blind him to the open road.

An insecure man's compulsion to know his partner's secrets leads him on an underworld descent where he makes contact with something non-human.