After the Aftermath

First of all, let me apologize to all of you who didn’t get into diPiazza’s due to a long wait in line and the ultimate fire marshal cap of 500 people. That sucked. My entourage noticed at least four midgets—sorry, they told me to say “little people”—so that equals two “real” people, right? So two of my fans didn’t get in? Is that what happened? If so, I apologize, but I had no idea what was going on outside.

For those of you who did get in, you were great! I did a few “oldies” to warm you up, but you responded well to the pieces I did off my new spoken word double CD, et cetera et cetera. I must admit that I did get sick of hearing, “When can we buy it?!” As I’ve said on my Web site and on my MySpace page, it’s coming. It’s being mixed. It’s within six weeks—eight weeks max—of being on the street. That’s all I can say at this point.

Rachel Kann read from her new book of short fiction, and did some spoken word with a musician friend of hers. Her work was solid, regardless of the genre. She performs all over the place, so I hope to meet up with her in the future as I hopefully start doing more shows.

The band that ended the night was a mess of hilarity. Regrettably, I can’t remember the name exactly, but it was something like “Sam Bush and the Track & Field All-Stars.” The “alternative country” (my designation) songs were written by Mark Romer, and he was accompanied by a talented group of musicians who helped wager his hard-luck songs.

I’ll be in touch with news on et cetera et cetera as it warrants. In the meantime, take solace in the bootlegs (you know we saw you recording!).

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