“I gave away my Metallica tickets to see these guys!” a blonde woman confided to me in the ladies room last Wednesday night at the Viper Room. I looked at her incredulously. A young man in tiny short shorts, a leather belt, bow tie, and nothing else, held the answer to my unasked question. When Joe Hurley takes the stage, everyone notices. Like a sprightly mix of Hugh Laurie and Iggy Pop, Mr. Hurley is mesmerizing to behold. Not even the half naked women who bounced on stage could eclipse his performance; they might as well have been wooden posts for all the fanboy attention they didn’t get. more ›