Day II: Friday, October 18 – New York, NY

With one night of tour underneath our proverbial belts we packed up the van and headed for the big apple. The drive down was pretty uneventful if, of course, you discount the fact that Jordan was giving himself a tattoo, Gordon was setting the Guinness Book record for carrot consumption, I was forging papers for the underage Russian runaway spy who we were smuggling to Washington, and Pete was putting amazing amounts of both cocaine and heroin into his body like a latter day Belushi. (Ed. Note – that’s simply not true, although Gordon did eat a lot of carrots)

Anywho, we finally get to the bar, which was a feat in itself considering there was no sign. Literally no sign, just a red light over a black door. We all felt like we were going into some 1920’s speakeasy brothel, granted it was a speakeasy brothel where you get no sweet loving and the bootleg liquor is frigging $5 Budweiser. Ah well.

On to the show. Our partners in rock Dakota Floyd put on another heartfelt, hellaciously soulful maximum r&b display, leaving no one uncertain as to who puts the "Oh!" in Ohio. We were daunted, but did our best and won over a couple of the hipsters, although they pretended not to care, going as far as not even clapping between songs and refusing to look at us when we played. Kids.

The only big downer for us (and slapstick comedy moment of the night) was that of the two microphones, one just shocked the living hell out of you every time you stepped up to it. Seriously, after ten minutes all the hell I had left in my body was decidedly dead hell. Eventually we just changed the names of the songs in anticipation of being shocked. For instance, "Come in, Chicago" became "Come OW! In, dammit! Chi – F#@k" and so on and so forth. It was pretty funny.

Tomorrow – Erie, PA