SlowpokeBlog

Dateline: Somewhere on the Chesapeake Bay, Maryland.

While I'm having a blast on the tour, I've also gained a certain amount of empathy for musicians on the road who have to perform no matter what. I inhaled a wonderful, rich brunch on Sunday that consisted of what I will now refer to as the very large Omelette of Doom, among other savory delights. I spent the next several hours feeling unwell and unsure of my ability to put on a good show that night. Fortunately, I improved once we reached the KGB bar; some nice bubbly Pilsner Urquell seemed to help. As it turned out, the show went great. The place was packed, with people standing out the door. Everyone seemed in the mood to laugh, and we found ourselves wishing all our venues served alcohol. Some people were visiting from the UK; they seemed heartened by our cartoons.

Yesterday we drove down to Philly in dismal weather for our reading at Robin's Bookstore, a wonderful, sprawling place with a very kind staff. Turnout was a bit light, but the crowd was appreciative. Our setup was close to the gentlemen's magazine section, which I think may have frustrated at least one dude who could not discreetly grab his wank mag.

Off to DC today for our final show.