I Am Now a Sweatshop Worker; or Recapping Jukebox Stories 06.14.08 (Brooklyn, NY)

On Saturday Brandon and I performed Jukebox Stories at the Living Room Lounge, a spacious Brooklyn bar that used to be a sweatshop factory. I'm not kidding. Yes, frail little immigrant ladies sewed clothes with their bloodied and calloused hands probably right where I was standing most of the night. (An arbitrary detail? Or an apt metaphor?)