Some weeks arrive with a plan. This one showed up wearing a mushroom hat, carrying a pineapple, and refusing to explain itself. Oh Shiitaki! is two hours of strange songs, electronic curiosities, exotica, dancing mushrooms, suspicious animals, questionable decisions, and music that wandered in without an appointment. No shrimp. No useful explanations. All heart.

Well friends… March came in like a disco ball and flew out like a herd of caffeinated cows. Honestly, I don’t remember half of it. But what I do know is that it was jam-packed with music, madness, and magical mayhem.