Urg DeLarva


Urg was born in Sheboygan and raised by wolves in a small, rural taxicab with no electricity or running water. From these humble beginnings came a great waste of space and talent with a savant-like predilection for organizing evenings of challenging entertainment. He would like to thank AS220 for making him the man he is today, part of an inner circle of trainspotters whose members can’t pay the rent or be at all punctual but somehow manage to pay performers and make shows run on time. As Mother Teresa once said, “True love hurts.” Or maybe it was, “Sic semper tyrannis.” Either way, it is almost certain she was referring to anal.



urg.delarva [at] gmail.com