The Syracuse Dinosaur's second Naughty Lil' Pig show was a perfect blend of sleaze, cheese, tease, and please. Post-modern vaudevillians juggled, jiggled, wiggled, and giggled to a packed house. It got steamy, lemme tell ya, and you could smell the lust wafting about the room with the BBQ smoke, especially when three young ladies did a bloodthirsty striptease with scissors. The betwee- set music was great, featuring the dyn-o-mite Dino-man who gets things done, son -- Scott Sterling -- beating the hell out of his black beauty over the funky drummer's beat. It reminded me of a lot of that wicked lo-fi Sir Jeffery Evans raunch that inevitably led me to prophets like RL, and their disciples, like The Blues Explosion and, well, me. And you should ask Sterling to whip out some JJ Cale licks for you sometime. It sounds gooooooooood.