Imagine the laboratory of a Victorian-age mad genius, and you'd probably come up with something like the Tribeca apartment of impish polymath Erik Sanko. An emporium of wonders, the place is jam-packed with creaky cabinets, bones, skulls, taxidermy (watchful birds, wild pigs, a small kangaroo), anatomical models, and—hanging everywhere from delicate strings—some of the creepiest marionettes you'll ever encounter, all of them Sanko's creations. Long admired as a singer, songwriter, and bassist in the experimental-alternative scene, and leader of his own band, Skeleton Key, Sanko has come out of the closet in recent years as a self-taught puppeteer, quickly becoming a star with racy acts at the Box and his... More >>>