Trash Rock In The Kitchen

Friday night reminded me why I insist on being a musician.

The kitchen show was a grand success. Lots of people showed up and were really receptive to the music that Ryan and I played. It was a great intimate setting and we even worked up the confidence to bust out some of our weirder, less polished numbers towards the end of the night. I channeled Amanda Palmer a little bit on a cover of "Mein Herr" that had everyone in the room clapping along as though we were all in "Cabaret." It was awesome. And it was another one of those moments where I surprised myself a little bit.

Once Ryan and I were out of songs to play, a couple of other musicians grabbed their instruments and the whole thing evolved into a jam session/poetry slam that went on for hours. I think somebody got parts of it on tape, I really need to track it down and post it up here (especially the part where Tweaked Out Elvis Costello yelled "I WANT TO HEAR THE VIOLIN SO SHUT THE @#$% UP" and then the entire room starting singing/chanting those exact words in time with the music).

When the whole thing was over, I felt like I was on top of the world. I felt so energized and alive. It all just confirmed for the millionth time that I need to continue making music and sharing it with others.

Anyway, that's all for now. I'm pretty tired so I should probably do that sleeping thing, but I will be back tomorrow to talk about the rest of my weekend. Just wanted to throw out a quick update and say that the kitchen show was fabulous.

Until next time, amigos!