Greetings dear readers! Back in Portsmouth we were able to find a glass wizard who outfitted poor Rocinante with a nice, sturdy piece of lexan to cover her embarrassing windowless hole and prevent rainwater and confused birds from entering our vulnerable vehicle. Here's our new friend Greg running a bead of black silicon while Gillian and I make jokes about the sticker collection on his toolbox. After being properly weatherproofed and invoiced, we made our way to the Montiki and got ready for our show.


The Montiki is a karaoke bar put together by the talented and resourceful Monica Dorley. Monica has done an impeccable job of transforming her basement into a full-on party paradise. Look no further than Monica's collection of shrunken heads for an idea of how appropriately the Montiki is decorated. I've never seen anything like it. Our show was well attended by many wonderful folks and afterward we were treated to some very rambunctious karaoke with highlights including "Magic Man" by Heart and "Leather and Lace" by Don Henley. Gillian and I contributed to the evening with a rousing rendition of "Love Shack", but the real magic was yet to come. Apparently Monica Dorley, in addition to her skills in graphic design and interior decorating, has some pretty sick Michael Jackson dance moves. After a little prodding, she agreed to demonstrate, only after going upstairs to retrieve her silver sparkling Chuck Taylors. Here she is rocking just like the King of Pop prior to the coronary. Behold:




Who's bad now?!? The Dorleys clearly are not to be fucked with. The next day we gathered our stuff and headed down to Boston where we enjoyed a few days off with family and met some old friends. We played a house concert at a gorgeous residence in Newton that could only be described as "artistically decadent". Thank you Karen and Joel for hosting our show! We were treated very kindly by all of our family, friends , and other guests and we thank you for all of your generosity. Countless thanks also go out to Julie and Susana Dorley for their work and coordination putting this together. The day after the show we met some friends for dinner and I somehow managed to convince Gillian to split a 'Scorpion Bowl' with me, whose ingredients weren't listed but proved to be very refreshing, tropical, and intoxicating. It was perfect.


After Boston we headed back to Burlington, Vermont and played a wonderful gig at the Skinny Pancake. The Skinny is located right on the Burlington waterfront and serves all manners of delectable crepes. The friendly staff treated us to an amazing dinner, desert, and a thorough sampling of local brews. After the gig, I performed some emergency electrical surgery on my ailing amplifier and we set out to NYC.

We had a great time playing at the Living Room in New York City on Saturday night! The sound was the best I have heard yet. Having never played in the city before, I was convinced that we had accomplished something great by booking a slot at the Living Room on a Saturday night. That dream was crushed when I heard the guy following us play a Bob Marley cover with his fly down. What a shame.

I'm convinced that there is at least one of everything in New York. If you're looking for a blind guy that plays the blues, there's probably at least two dozen. If you're looking for a midget prostitute, there's probably at least five. If you're looking for a crazy bastard that walks on broken glass all day, there's one at the Spring Street subway station. Here's a pic to prove it.

With high spirits, we continue our tour south at this point, which is convenient because we spent last night in Poughkeepsie, New York (which means powerful kingdom in a native tounge) and it was rather frigid.


Thanks for reading! We hope to see you somewhere down the road.

Cheers!
TR