Friday, February 28, 2014

Monday, February 24, 2014

Last show of seven in Bristol, PA...

...I may have mentioned how we enjoy entertaining Corey Harris on stage before.  he is a charming, easygoing, handsome fellow, and the audience never fails to enjoy his befuddlement and inability to maintain character in the face of ridiculous stimuli.  To whit:  all week long I have been preparing him to expect a giant mustache at this last show.  My mustache in one of the bits  --initially a modest, if macho, Burt-Reynolds-as-the-Bandit kind of a thing-- had been subtly growing all week long, progressing to what seemed the obvious peak: a huge, bushy, Sam Elliott kind of a thing.

What he did not expect was a mustache 5 times that size: a gigantic construct that required fishing line and gaffer's tape to secure to my poor, inadequate face.  This photo --courtesy of Bari-- captures the exact moment of Corey glimpsing the ludicrous giant mustache and collapsing into a useless unresponsive heap within his costume.  I can't deny it: that felt pretty good.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Found this picture in a closet here at the artist's residence in Bristol, PA

I love how it was actually taken in my bathroom, as you can see from my lame recreation. Makes it even fake scarier! 

Friday, February 21, 2014

Bristol, PA

Doing shows here through Sunday.  We are living in the oldest building in Bristol: 200+ years.  And it shows. They have managed to update the apartments so it feels like we're living in Manhattan in the 40s.  I feel naked without a fedora.  One picture is the view out front;  one is the view out back. Hello, Delaware River. 

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Ya know, I want to be a funny guy; I want to make people laugh...

But then reality always comes up and bites me in the face and says, "Screw you! You will never be as funny as me! "

Friday, February 7, 2014

San Diego at night

Admittedly a limited view.  Actually a very nice hotel: the US Grant. Luxurious.  If only this wasn't a 24-hour turnaround on a coast-to-coast gig. But work is better than not work!  Also, killer sushi here. 

Saturday, February 1, 2014

My Fender Jaguar

46 days after I turned 15 years old,  I made the biggest purchase of my life: $220 for a then pretty top-of-the-line electric guitar in Louisville,  KY. I got a lot of pleasure out of that Jag. Jamie Z. collects and fixes up (and resells for big bux) guitars,  among other things.  He'd like to see it. I gotta say, for something I haven't used in years,  I'm kinda torn. I am a sentimental sap, 'tis true.