Does the noise in my head bother you?

In the days before radio and long before tele became an essential piece of functional furniture in dysfunctional homes there was Vaudeville and there was Burlesque. While Vaudeville featured acts that were socially acceptable for mixed gender audiences it was Burlesque that was the for the most part the domain of men. Burlesque houses featured strippers, comedians, and male and female impersonators. The Burlesque house was a place where men could be titillated and teased.
The organisation behind the entertainment consisted of the house owner, his staff of stage hands, the booking agent, the entertainer's agent and at the bottom of this pyramid was the entertainer. Agents back then like today would get a percentage paid to them by their clients. Agents gained a reputation based on their ability to get an act work. A good agent could sell any act to a booking agent. It is said that one such agent in New York had an act from Europe that he was certain would pack houses up and down the East Coast. His pitch it is said went something like this:

Agent: “Saul, I got an act for you you can't say “No” to.”

Booking Agent: “What is it Mortie?”

Agent: “Saul, it’s a family act from Europe. They brought down the house everywhere they appeared before coming here to New York.”

Booking Agent: “Go on tell me more.”

Agent: “Saul, there is the father and mother, a son and a daughter.”

Booking Agent: “We got those here, Mortie. What do they do?”

Agent: “Well, it’s a little complicated but I'll try to explain what they tell me. The father, a very distinguished gentleman enters stage left wearing a tuxedo. He sits down in a Bentwood chair stage center and pulls out his putz and starts to pleasure himself. His wife enters stage right and kneels down in front of her husband and takes his putz in her mouth. He stands up while she's doing this and he takes off his coat, his shirt and his undershirt. He's bare chested standing there while his wife has his putz in her mouth. He leans forward and grabs her skirts and pulls them up over her head exposing her bare toches. A teenage boy comes out from stage left, who is the couple's son. The son drops his pants and mounts his mother's toches and begins to give it to her while she's got his father's putz in her mouth. The father is cheering on his son and looks to stage right and signals for the forth member of the troupe to come out. A teenage girl comes out on stage and takes off all her clothes in front of her brother and father and mother. She squats down on the stage and makes right there while her brother is buggering his mother and the mother has the father's putz in her mouth. The girl picks up what she made and walks over to her father and smears the drek all over her father's bare chest. She rubs the make on herself and then gets behind her brother and grabbing his head she rubs it all over her naked drek covered body. The curtain comes down and the audience, I'm told, goes mad and demands an encore.”

Booking Agent: “Jesus, Mortie! I have never heard of anything like that in my life! What the Hell kind of act is that? What do they call they call themselves?”

Agent: “The Aristocrats.”