Everyone's had a friend who, in the midst of a brooding, wallowing, massively over-drinking phase, suddenly turns up with a soulmate. They gaze deeply into one another's eyes. They coo at each other. It's love. It's fate. It's sickening.

Invariably there's some crescendo of infatuation before the whole thing flames out into a case of two people being terrible for each other, but the deviant sex becoming so fantastic that the thing drags on for another three years.

The relationship we just described occurs within Balagan Theater's new musical production The Spinning at CHAC, more or less, but before you ask why you should go subject yourself to a staged version of that which was nearly intolerable when it happened in real life, check this out: In real life a huge badass in leather and boots didn't show up with a gloomy band of bondage nymphs to stomp the shit out of the twittering lovebirds.

Or, if they did, they weren't singing while they did the stomping.

The Spinning is an original musical. Not a Swiss Alp bebackdropped, jazz-handsy musical you can take mom to this weekend, but maybe a sort of antidote to that kind of thing or something to set you straight after a weekend of sugar and spice. It's too hot for mom. Or, maybe you can take her--here's a guide: if you've been to Babeland with your mother you can take her to The Spinning. Otherwise, save it for your sig other or that new flame you're just sooo much in love with right now, but go see it if you at all like musicals, independent theater, love or sex. If you do go with little Coochie-poo Seattlest hopes one of Groll's gigantic pecs inspires your pending love-making to take a turn towards the dark side.