July 3rd we had our first gig in NY at a place called CinMArt at 432 6th avenue between 9th and 10th Streets in the Village. For one, it was nice to get out of Brooklyn. Usually when I visit the city my brother he holds me hostage in his burrow making me drink more than I want to and eat good food for no reason at all. He also makes me sleep on the floor, which if you know me, is just down right infuriating. I digress.
This time he and his magnificent band managing lady (Erin, the queen of The Rion Rose, the fairy who makes it all happen) took me into the big city. We knew there would be no one at the show as soon as we found parking. As in ... we found parking.
But it was actually a blast. There was much music and horn tooting.^ They played a short film. The lead singer from the Mellow Spaceships (check 'em out - I liked) suggested we do communal shots and there was about as much argument as you'd wager on. We introduced the band - there was much silence. I played - it was stellar of course. I think I played seven songs, way fewer than planned. I didn't even get to the Independence song, which I wrote last year after the 4th and will now reluctantly have to wait another year to debut on its day.
Then on came two dudes from the Mellow Spaceships - really nice acoustic stuff - awesome voices. A band, a rapper with rockin' lyrics, I think there may have been a ferret. I could be wrong. All in all it was a good time.
Met some good people, played a nice set, and they asked me to come back. So, ahem, take that Rory. Who said I'd never amount to anything.* Take that.
^There were no horns, but had this been a bible story, Jacob would have enjoyed it more.
*That's a fabricated lie. It would make my story more soap opera like, but I've never been a huge fan of opera anyway.
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