drove up to Inverness the next day, listening to dave atell's stand up CD. It was really raunchy, but damn it was funny. Good idea for road trips--a good comedy album. My side actually started to hurt after a while. Pretty much laughing for an entire hour. We played the ironworks, which when we arrived and I saw the size of the hall, I began to realize what the guys were talking about---it would be hard to fill. Another posh (for me) venue, dressing room, rider, etc. I'm used to being treated like a second class citizen, esp. during my brief time playing bass in a wedding band---entering through the kitchen, kept seperate from the good proper Christian folk. I tell ya, America is a weird place.
Went to an "Italian" place, the waiter was over the top, speaking partial cod Italian, I reckon he was albanian, and the food took aaaagggggeeessss. And was alright. Got back and there were people in there(!). Probably around 150, which was good. Johnny went first this time, and some of his jokes were met with stoney faces. When I went on, I looked out and saw people at tables looking at me. "So how's the chicken salad?" A few confused giggles. "It feels like dinner theatre---maybe we should do some bad Shakespeare..." a few laughs. I gave in and started my set. It's hard when you spend a lot of time with a small group of people and then try to share that world with complete strangers. I like it though. Cause there'll be that handful of folks that get it. Sometimes. I learned johnny used to do comedy. He's a funny motherfucker. He's provided much comedy relief on the tour so far.
On train down to London now, to rehearse with my regular band, as they'll play the two London gigs. So. Very. Tired.
Xxx J
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