Takin' It To The Street

A couple weeks off, and we're back at it. After two sold-out shows at the Madison Square Garden Theater, we found ourselves yesterday in Saratoga Springs, NY. The town is nice enough, and the beautiful, 75-and-sunny weather (sans city humidity and nastiness!) has only helped my impression of it, though it does have a certain sterility and homogeneity that comes about when any municipality is stocked primarily with affluent white people. A couple of us tried out a few bars on the Caroline St. night life strip, but turned around within seconds upon discovering the beer-pong table or fighting through a swarm of white hats and khakis. But despite the abundance of nincompoopery, there was still fun to be had:


Walking back from dinner, John and I passed a few street musicians, and decided we needed to throw out talent into the pool. A couple smiles to the hotel clerk, and John had his drums: large plastic trash can, smaller metal trash can, champagne bucket, metal kitchen thingy. Paul played executive producer, stuffing towels and pillows inside to help get the proper sounds, and then we were off. And for a first try, I'd say we didn't do too bad...