My shows at Sidewalk and MoMA last week went smashingly. Anybody who missed my show at MoMA should be bummed because it was the best I have ever sounded: you can decide for yourself what that really means. The second set at MoMA was loads of fun, though, because I played with a couple of incredible musicians. They did a lot of old-timey jazz covers, and I backed them up on Drums. Basically what I am trying to say here is that the MoMA show was the heat, and you may have missed it altogether. Shame.
I haven’t booked anymore shows for the coming weeks, but I will be booking them soon so you should stay tuned and then come out and listen to me.
The best part about playing any show is that people always want to buy you beers. The best part about MoMA was that I could drink as much as I wanted on the cafe’s tab. Perk. That launched me into the “holiday” weekend where I just hopped from party to party with my bloodied up face (I went as myself after I fell off my roof two months ago). So ending my weekend on monday night, I believe it is time for me to stop drinking a little and focus on something else. Something more productive. I’ll get back to you on that.
