Day X: Saturday, October 26 - Youngstown, OH

Alright people. It was a Sat-ur-day in O-hi-o and you know what that means. Oh, you don’t? It means it was time to par-tay, time to boogie, time to get down and auuggghhh yeah! And what better place to badly paraphrase disco than Youngstown, Ohio?

Youngstown. Where do I start? Well, first of all, Youngstown is a bit of a misnomer. Everyone I saw should have been living in Oldstown, driving an oldsmobile and wearing g-old chains. Seriously, one guy asked me if I played in the Glenn Miller Orchestra. I said yes. Second oboe, sir.

Fortunately, the club was a bit of a sanctuary from all this, with some younger, hip Ohians and some cheap ass beer. In addition to the beer there was also some seriously good hamburgers as well as a drunk guy who bought Gordon and I a Middle Eastern plate full of homemade goodness. After approximately 7,864 trips to McDonald’s a little fresh, well-cooked food really raised the spirits.

With our bellies full and heads held high, we brought absolute devastation down on the people of Youngstown. Gordon’s pipes shrieked like a banshee doomed to a life of rock supremacy, Pete’s bass shook the floor like a demon from the part of hell where they torture people by shaking the floor, Jordan’s drums echoed like the beat of my lovelorn adrenaline filled heart and I played shockingly adequate guitar licks like someone who took a year of lessons, then put the instrument down for a while, and then started playing again, but not that seriously. we rocked so hard that after the show, the city elders decided to change the name of the town to We’vebeenrockedbyfooledbyaprilville. No joke, look at a map.

After the show, FXA and Dakota Floyd all retired to Bill’s lake house, where we drank beers and remembered how it used to be when our art wasn’t polluted by all this money and fame. Ooops! Actually we just drank beer, although I did do a command repeat performance of getting in my skivvies and dunking myself in Lake Erie. Loyal readers will note that this was my second cold-water excursion of the trip, and was in fact even more brutal on my delicate genitals. And so I would like to take this chance to apologize to the future children I will not be able to have. Sorry kids, daddy loves you.

Tomorrow - Day off in Cleveland!!!