My psuedo-sincere apologies to all 9 of you who showed up for the LA show and were left hanging. The shoot we were on went long and I couldn't get to the gig. Thanks for the hate mail from Cory Symington who drove down from Santa Barbara with mushrooms. The next time I'm in Santa Barbara I will come by and be your human toilet.
With the exception of the Shelton, WA gig this Saturday, I won't bother trying to do gigs until this thing is over in July. There's just too much fucking work. There's been streches where I havent left the lot for five or six days.
Andy Andrist is now on board as a writer and we've reeked havoc on the lot. The company lawyer just left our office - complete with fridge, heavy bag, clothesline, cot, tv, radio and all the other comforts of home (porn) - and told us it would be a violation of the lease for us to be living here. I dont know what would give him the idea that we were living in the office but I will now have my own attorney look at laws regarding homesteading. Perhaps we could claim to be narcoleptics and therefore our sleeping in the office could be viewed as a disability. Then the MASH-style hammocks we plan on installing would have a medical need.
9 shows in the can with 11 more to shoot before mid-July. If you're in town, come to a taping. The link is on here somewhere. I swear I'll show up for these.