The Charleston Music Hall has always been a nice venue to see a musical act and even the occasional movie. What’s even better is when such a respectable spot becomes a place where filth can wallow about for a couple hours. Recently, John Waters — the director of such trash delights as Pink Flamingos and semi-classy delights as Hairspray — did a show filled with trips down memory lane, liberal rants, and, more importantly, a brief history of tea-bagging. It was a beautifully gross night. —Kevin Young