TOUR DIARY

The show at Mr. Beery's in Bethpage on Saturday night was a sickeningly fun affair, with an absurd amount of shots being devoured and more musical styles than any freeform radio deejay could possibly handle.

Mike Ferrari can always be counted on to be a genial and stellar impresario, and despite the fact that the evening was running two hours late, he kept the crowd interested with lots of schtick and nonsense. And the place was actually packed. There was video and audio recorded of the evening's festivities, which was a good thing because I couldn't hear myself over the din of the mullet people in the audience, and I'd love to know just how croaky and fucked-up my voice was. It's always heartening when people I don't expect to like indie music are way into it, and this was no exception.

I think I might have killed a guy. It was all in fun, though. And he did give me ten bucks.

I was scheduled to go on at 11:30, but it was well after 1:00 when I finally got up. It didn't matter, though. No one left, and everyone was right into everything that happened. I could have made armpit fart noises for a half-hour, and it would have been fine. (That might be because I went on right after the energetic Imaginary Bill, who are my favorite Long Island band, bar none. But I think it was more that everyone was, and I'm quoting here, "screwed, blued & tattooed, dude," and would have moshed and groped each other to anything that wandered up on stage this side of, oh, Tiny Tim. Maybe even him.)

So like I said, the show was recorded, and if anything is listenable, I'll post it. But I honestly wouldn't know.

I got home close to 5 am on Sunday morning, which meant that Area 52 wasn't updated until about that time this morning. Yes, I'm bragging. No, I don't have a right to.

I'll push my next show (Thursday, August 8th at the Baggot Inn) a little later. But now I have to pack for the big move next weekend. And reclaim some sleep hours. That didn't happen at all this weekend.