Motorcycle Drive By

I rode bitch on Mitch's bike for the first time tonight, and I finally get why he likes it so much. There's something transcendental about riding a motorcycle. No GPS; no radios; no talking; no AC; no cell phones. Just a present moment. However, I had no idea Cincinnati was such an aromatic city. Words cannot do justice to KFC with undertones of sewer and the DeKuyper factory. Next time I will be riding with my visor down.

backhanded compliments

The show last night went well. Hard to screw up too much in a 20-min set. Anyway, I was the first act, and the only solo artist of the night. As I'm walking offstage, one of the musicians for the next band says to me, "good job. It takes a lot of courage to do that, to get up there." 'Scuse me? That can only mean two things. One, you think I'm 12 and this is my first time on stage. Two, you think I made an ass of myself. I'm sticking with option #2 since I don't know too many 12-year-olds with a C cup and a mortgage. Here's how I felt about your set:

• You guys have a really consistent sound.
• I love how you're bringing back the best looks from Clueless.
• You almost had that last note down. Keep it up.
• It's so generous of your bandmates to let you play keys on some of the songs.
• It's awesome that you guys are still playing out after all these years.
• That haircut is so bold. I wouldn't have the guts for it.
• That was very entertaining.

I'm gunna barf

Tomorrow is my first show since April, and I'm opening for this band called The Civil Wars (well, not immediately, there are two bands between me and them). I hadn't the slightest notion (hear in your imagination a British accent) who they were, but apparently people know them, and like them. I'm not accustomed to playing with other popular musicians, so the thought that I may be judged by them and their fans kind of makes me sick to my stomach. However, the good news is that most people won't show up until after I'm off stage and passed out at the bar.