Old couple sitting at an airport cafe. Arguing. Really old. Old argument I imagine. I wonder what kind of fate led them here to this bickering moment. About to fly. Really high in the air above war torn countries. Above different Gods. Different demons. I just get sad thinking of their discussion as I try not to listen my imagination fills in the gaps. Suduko. Acrostic. Word Search. Dull distractions to save the mind from drifting in old age so you can keep your argument on its toes. How bout a kiss across the table. Of course I’m worse than they are right? Spending my time in their shit. Hilarious world.
This is the venue….
Playing my first solo show tonight in Copenhagen. Hopenhagen. No Jokenhagen. If there is piano I’m dragging out the ivory tunes.
Lolling at the gate. Had to deplane cause something hit the aircraft. Ugh.., the plane is damaged.
Here at gig now. Little cafe on the sea. Remember that scene in the Jazz Singer with Neil Diamond where he bolts from Hollywood to find himself and he ends up playing these little shit holes, grows a beard and kicks some honkey tonk ass? Well, this is nothing like that. This is idyllic and oddly ideal for my musical trappings (the traps I’ve set in my music. Ha!).
I imagine playing here in 40 minutes. Makin it all come true people.
And there IS a piano!
Not a big pond but I swam strong. Lots of sink holes. I think it’s a quarry, man made. Fiddle sticks and drum. The big jump. How I got here is easy, how to get Hume is another. Thanks to the man who came from Switzerland. What did he think? I didn’t sing anything off FIP. Gotta rembrandt that. Can you imagine if woody Guthrie had an iPhone. I miss Dan Bern. I miss Jill Sobule. I wanna pick them up and hold them. Squeeze the toothpaste out of them.
Here’s the rub
Soundtrack of my summer
El Mundo de perfecto
Primary care giver
Good ideas grow on trees
So much better
If you look at it that way I chewed and screwed. Not everything is a tally. Like one flower in a meadow verse 100,000. If the light hits it right it’s still there. Radiant. Alone against the stars. They say mind the GAP. We say fall into the GAP. They say punters. We say fans. And on and on. Quarry Man.
Encroaching jet lag: how a pro deals (Taken with Instagram)
Made it to my Futon in rainy London (Taken with Instagram)
$5.47 aquafina, check
$4.38 Chai latte, check
(loaner from Brains) Nick Kent the dark stuff, check
(SAG insured) Pills for brain grapes, check
Ring side for Tony Clifton show. June rez at The Comedy Store (Taken with instagram)