“Part serious song craft,
part free form therapy… funny, smart, tuneful and sophisticated”
Augusta Chronicle

"The BABES stir the heart as well as the funny bone."
Billboard

After seven recordings and 18 years as “The Four Bitchin' Babes®,” these indestructible Divas are hotter than ever. Literally! Always evolving, witty and charming, the Babes welcome in a new era with a new cast, and a new show entitled Hormonal Imbalance...A Mood Swinging Musical Revue!

Spend an evening with these outrageously funny and multi-talented musicians as they examine and ultimately celebrate the lives of today’s women. With sorority sister chemistry they perform original songs and stories offering both poignant views and unbridled comedic commentary on the joys and dilemmas of everyday life. With heavenly harmony, they share our struggles to balance careers and family, chocolate obsessions and low carb inner peace, CNN and TV Land, and finally, dealing with inadequate pay and inadequately cut swim wear. All together now girls -- ”Oooooo, big ouch!”

OUR CAST...

Sally Fingerett, a second-chance-newly-wed turning 49 for the second time, is "Changing." Her daughter leaves for college, her new husband and stepsons leave the seat up, and with her nest and body in transition, she laments "A Woman's Gotta Do Her Thing,” while sticking her head in the freezer.

Debi Smith, a Goddess to her husband and son, knows what to do with all 95 pieces in a Sears Craftsman tool kit, can identify antifreeze by its fragrance, and makes pesto from her garden. She sings, she paints, she’s elegant, and looks good playing a wacky Irish drum. How come we still like her?
(Congrats to Debi on her 2007 Grammy Award nomination!)

Nancy Moran, is the purple haired half of a DINK couple. (Double Income No Kids.) Living in Nashville with her adoring and fabulous husband who cooks and cleans, it's hard to figure out why on earth she has, hmm, an attitude? Stand back -- the hair is about to speak!

Deirdre Flint, a 30-something Single Sophisticate, searches for Mr. Right while listening to her heart, her judgmental girlfriends and her inner guidance counselor. Blaming the neglectful "Boob Fairy," she still mourns never having made her high school cheerleading squad. But tomorrow’s another day.