I just got back from a lunchtime gig at some English style pub outside town. It was a little rowdy but I think they dug me ok.
It was touch and go at first. Some young out of town dudes hogging the bar and drinking slammers, you know the kinda thing? Not really fans of “The Girl From Ipanema” and other such classics. But I think I won them over with my sparkling stage presence and all encompassing stage charisma. OK maybe the red, shiny, rhinestone suit hypnotized them into submission or something, I don’t know. All I know is by song number five (Do You Know The Way to San Jose?) they were singing along and giving me directions.
“Take the I15!” they were yelling. Fuck you too, guys.
The best thing about the show was all the little chickadees admiring my organ. It is quite spectacular I guess. I put a lot of money into my organ. It’s always polished to a high shine and in full working order. Sometimes I’ll let a lady stroke it. It makes her feel good, dig?
Pedro is visiting family in California. I got a post card today of a cartoon donkey carting a 300lb lady to the beach. Under the picture Pedro had scrawled the words “Your Mama”.