I would have loved to been at BlogHer in San Diego today but, you know, I had a gig in the city last night.
1. I had about 5 fewer Sierra Nevada Pale Ales under my belt this time.
2. I was trying hard to resist singing along since I know My Love was close enough to capture my vocal stylings or lack there of.
3. I’m trying very hard not to pay attention to what the woman in the skimpy outfit on my right has going on. Trying. Very. VERY. HARD.
I must have looked terrified coming off stage. The guy working security offered me and no one else a bottle of Poland Springs from the band’s private stash.
Which I took and finished.
I plan to convert it into my own FoW shaker for next time …
When I play with them on Letterman, naturally.