feb 16, 2006
nyc

i hate starting new journals. i feel like i'm supposed to say something momentous.
so screw it. let me start by saying i'm not trying to be precious or anything by typing
all lower case letters. it's sheer laziness and force of habit. i'd do all uppercase
letters, but then PEOPLE WOULD THINK I'M SHOUTING. so, try not to hold it
against me.

i played valentine's day in boston, which was a lovely gig. steven almond showed
up with gifts of chocolate, a selection from his visits to small regional candy makers
across the u.s., lovingly chronicled in his book candy freak. my report: 1. valomilk,
two peanut butter cup looking things, filled with marshmallow, from kansas...so sweet
i had to take a nap in the car after the sugar crash. 2. idaho spuds, jeff spit out after
one bite - i ate the coconut/chocolate coating off my half and poked my finger in the
center disbelievingly. it was strangely reminiscent of latex, the soft shiny sort that
certain floppy sex toys are made of..it was even a sort of pinkish flesh tone. and then
ate that too. it was stranger to the touch than to the taste. and 3. loved loved loved
the twin bing bar of sioux city iowa- the chocolate and cherry and peanuts, mmmm.
he also gave me some goo-goo clusters, available at all rest stops south of the mason-dixon line. i'm waiting till i recover from the first 3. i'm a little marshmallowed out.

the show itself was good too, which was a relief, as i had the worst gig of my entire life (or at least it's in the top 3) in boston, and i think i've kind of held a grudge and barely played there since. steven a. was at that show too...he chronicles that evening quite  better than i could in an essay we put in my press kit. link here eventually! he was my hero that night, and has my eternal love even without the gifts of chocolate. but i must put in a correction - i did not take a hot tub with greg brown in west virginia the night before that horrible show in boston. i COULD have taken a hot tub in w. virginia the night before as we were staying in the same posh hotel, after taping the radio show mountain stage together IF i didn't have to drive 17 HOURS to the shittiest gig in america. the way i see it, the universe owes me a hot tub with greg brown. clothes on, of course, we're both married and all. but still.

other worst shows? opening up for a grateful dead cover band in denver. come to
think of it, i haven't played in denver since either. i guess i do hold grudges.

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