Well, that’s all, Folks! It’s done. I taped the new hour for HBO last Thursday. A year and half of touring about 90 minutes of material landed me at Town Hall in NYC for two shows to try to make an ...
Read More →Dispatches
Space for Space.
Home stretch, Folks. Asheville and Nashville. I’m beat. I flew into Charlotte on Thursday night and picked up a Chrysler 300. It felt like a sleek tank. I’d never driven one before. I drove into the Blue ...
Read More →Building the Hour.
Stuffed, People. I really did it. I am sure I am not alone. After Thanksgiving dinner I swore off food. The next day I realized that was totally unreasonable and, not unlike the rest of you, I ate more ...
Read More →Brisket, Stuffing.
Oregon, People! Beautiful state. No doubt. It seems I am willing to go to almost any length to avoid flying in and out of LAX. I flew into Portland on Thursday, rented a car and drove to Eugene on Friday. ...
Read More →Push Back.
It’s okay, today, People. It seems we’ve been given a reprieve on one front. The midterms were a lot closer than expected and we are neck and neck with the fascists. Yay? It seems that enough regular ...
Read More →Almost Grateful.
Out of Texas, Y’all. I did a major driving run with Laura Beitz from Oklahoma City down to Houston, stopping in Dallas and San Antonio. All the shows were good. I hadn’t been to OKC in a long time. I got ...
Read More →Saying Hello.
Mystical, People. I try to wrangle my mind as much as possible. It does wander. Predictable places and patterns. Usually not otherworldly. It will make some random connections and try to make sense of ...
Read More →A Different Country.
Long trip, People. Still in London. It’s weird how untethered I used to get traveling. Like as soon as I left where I lived I became totally ungrounded and painfully lonely. Almost like I was invisible. ...
Read More →I Want Back In.
Ciao, Manhattan. I think I actually experienced an identifiable good time. NYC was amazing. It’s always exciting to be back in the city. The last few times I’ve been there though I felt like I was ready ...
Read More →Charlie Beans.
Cats, People. Charlie Beans Roscoe is alive and well today. I lose my mind when my cats are sick. He hadn’t eaten in three days. I was on the road. I had to work. I was just thinking the worst. I was ...
Read More →Its Own Seat.
Canada, again, People. The shows at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre in Toronto were great. It’s a weird venue. It seems very late sixties, early seventies. Not much personality to the place and kind of ...
Read More →Ropers.
Howdy, Cowboys and Cowgirls and Cowtheys. I bought some boots in Denver. Cowboy boots. Relatively subtle ones. I can’t remember when I stopped wearing that kind of boot. I definitely wore them when I was ...
Read More →A Very Smooth Trip.
The Desert, People. The desert people. They are unique. Me and Lara Beitz landed in Phoenix, rented a car at Budget (No Hertz available), drove through the desert to Tucson. Arizona has the prettiest ...
Read More →Take It In.
Mortality, People! Exciting knowing that we all come to the same end give or take. It’s also the big challenge of life, maybe habit actually, to keep that knowing at bay. You know, so we can function and ...
Read More →Whales!
Tofino, People! I finally made it. I’ve been meaning to get there for years. It was a plan I had with Lynn that never happened. I went with Kit. It was pretty beautiful. We spent one night in Vancouver ...
Read More →Bionic Tooth.
It’s lifting, People. I’m not sure if it’s age or growth or maybe both but I’m giving less fucks in general. Something has eased in my heart and my mind. I’ve started to envision a way to ease out of the ...
Read More →Manageable Drama.
The Midwest, People. I didn’t think I really had a draw in Nebraska and Iowa but the people came out. I wouldn’t say it was a huge draw but it was plenty. Averaging about 500-650 a show. Good people. My ...
Read More →The Way of the Wild.
Good few days, Folks. I won’t question it. Not too much panic. Good food. Exercise. Relaxed. I need to acknowledge that shit or I don’t register that it actually happened. Events and feelings are fleeting ...
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