ALASKA 5000 presents The Red 4 Filth Tour 2022
Per New York City’s guidance, Sony Hall is requiring all guests, staff & musicians ages 12+ to be fully vaccinated against Covid-19 to enter. Children ages 5 to 11 must have received at least one dose.
Proof of vaccination may include your physical CDC card, photo of your CDC card, NYC Covid Safe App, or the NYS Excelsior Pass.
In addition to the vaccination policy, New York City continues to encourage masks for all indoor gatherings, except while you are actively eating and drinking.
General Admission – Standing Room
• $25 Advance / $30 Day of Show
• Limited Seating Available First Come, First Served
VIP Reserved Seating
• $60 Advance / $70 Day of Show
• Includes Guaranteed Seating in Designated Section
VIP/Meet & Greet: RED 4 FILTH
• Mmm mmm mmm… At the RED 4 FILTH level, you’ll be close enough to smell the scent of Filth, with priority first access to the show floor and merchandise, plus a meet and greet experience with Alaska herself.
ULTIMATE: THE ULTRA DELUXE RED 4 FILTH VIP EXPERIENCE 5000
• It’s a beautiful night for VIP Access… At this highest supreme ticketing level, you’ll be a part of a select few who have access to see Alaska before the show during her soundcheck–plus a signed limited edition RED Tour FILTH poster, along with priority access to the meet and greet experience and photo opportunity with Ms. Thunderfuck.
About Alaska 5000
A bizarre cosmic collision propelled Alaska Thunderfuck 5000 to Earth in March 1966… and on to the fifth season of Logo TV’s RuPaul’s Drag Race in January 2013. Still radioactive, no one knows who or what she is yet, but no one cares, as long as she never returns to her native planet. Her age and species remain unknown to the public, but a few of her enemies claim to hold copies of her spawning record and universal passport.
After her spaceship crashed in the Matanuska Valley, a remote part of south-central Alaska, the U.S. government recovered an emaciated… make that, an emancipated alien, with a 1972 issue of Vanity Fair and a can of Tab, or that’s how the story goes. Why she needed an Elmer’s glue stick, no one has determined. She refuses to acknowledge it was in her possession. Few believe the wreckage was really smoldering, since magazines tend to burn, and cynics wonder if she was actually held captive in a research facility, or entertained by the night watchman until he got bored with her in the 1980s. She’s supposedly on the run from officials, but everyone knows they take off their uniforms and sneak into the clubs where she performs. Some turned into groupies and hang around long after the shows are over.
A well-traveled, campy extraterrestrial does have her perks and her irritations. Transients and drifters are directed to the nearest black hole via her pre-screw-you GPS navigation, and drug-addled layabouts are allowed to create their own black holes. She promises to upload each and everyone into the system. How dangerous can Thunderfuck be?
As dangerous as a black hole.
Watch this rare, magnificent being as she lights up televisions throughout the world on another of RuPaul’s extravaganzas. No, you won’t end up a cancer-stricken lab rat. The screen acts as a radiation shield to protect you from this renegade.