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official hotel of the NFL
the courtyard marriott we're staying in is hosting a "tailgate party" in the lobby tonight for the falcons-saints game and steve bartkowski is going to be there. steve bartkowski was the quarterback for the atlanta falcons when i was a child, and his name is one of dozens (hundreds?) from my pre-fully-conscious days that swim around in the inky ( Read more... ) -
ORD gate F10
flying directly into frankenstorm bwaaahahahaha!!! this is going to be awesome -
hotel, iowa city
okay well apparently the key to the van disappeared and all our stuff is locked inside
that's pretty funny i guess -
hotel, iowa city
hey everybody ( Read more... ) -
van
just once I'd like to play a show in western new york that didn't make my friends think I live in the absolute bumfuck backwater fucking armpit of the earth -
filthy dressing room, shithole, ithaca
ithaca, where it's apparently impossible to book a show at a venue where there aren't drunk locals heckling you during soundcheck (as has happened twice now)
at least there's no place to wash my hands -
nice business hotel outside boston
four sold-out shows in new york, two in williamsburg, two at the bowery. remarkably low-effort for four days in NYC. staying in brooklyn the whole time and not needing to venture any further into manhattan helped. good shows all of them ( Read more... ) -
hotel by the big bridge, philadelphia
i wasn't joking
occurred to me tonight that if you sat down and did the math, on a notes-played-per-night basis geddy lee and i probably make about the same
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hotel by the big bridge, philadelphia
ffs woke up at nine after going to bed at three/falling asleep at four. at some point this has to stop. me and trudy went out for a postshow drink with our old rochester friend mary who spent the last year playing harp for thurston moore and tours with daughn gibson now. it was fun until we got vampired by an amish-hating drunk ( Read more... ) -
giant best western conference center somewhere outside of baltimore
last night much better. last night pretty great actually. could hear the horns! the horns are the shit. no malfunctions until the end when my power supply decided to quit half-way through "this year." walked over and demonstrated how poor a pianist i am instead.
still on papi time, waking up at eight despite going to sleep at three. fascinating!