If you don’t know by now – then step off this train, baby-pop. I’m the host-with-the-most-boast, too-big-for-the-room-since-I-zoomed-from-the-womb, the unchaste sin-based rat-face with the poorest taste. MC of a platinum standard – from the Modern Drunkard Magazine Convention in Las Vegas to Burlesque shows, rock concerts, film festivals, awards ceremonies and radio programs throughout Denver/Boulder/FoCo [from the dregs of the Climax Lounge to the middling splendor of the Gothic Theatre to the luxuriant trappings of Fiddler’s Green; Sid plays every house in town with panache, poingnancy, and power.