Here’s a Q&A I turned in for an Australian mag called What’s My Scene. I just emailed them my answers whilst sitting on this airplane flight to San Diego. Hope I don’t get in trouble for giving you guys the answers to my test before they get them. 

I’m a publicists nightmare. 

Tell us about your new single/ album/ tour?

It’s my 14th time down under. That’s too many times. The Australian government told me that I’ve reached my quota. This is the last time they’re allowing me to visit for at least 61 years. I didn’t know there was a limit but I guess there is under article 24B section 7 paragraph 6 in the secure border visitation contract act of 1898 thingymajig. So unless I get reconstructive surgery and change my face like a drug lord I’ll be vanquished from all Australian websites and magazines. It’s really a bummer because I like the coffee in Melbourne. 

How would you describe your sound in food form and why? 

Frito Pie. A hodgepodge of of chili poured on top of an open bag of Fritos corn chips. Sort of trashy and salty and full of vitamins for your soul. Carnival food for curious wayfaring weirdos. 

Which song resonates most strongly and why.

Happy birthday. It makes me cry. I could be in a late night diner or a fancy restaurant or sitting in an airplane. That song always gets me. I think it’s the lyrics- happy birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday dear (insert name here) happy birthday to you. 

It says it all. Better than Bob Dylan and Cole Porter. 

Any on the road anecdotes?

I like to go to strip bars and jump up in stage and dance in my underwear. It’s what I do. I also like to brush my teeth. 

Where do you draw inspiration from?

Art. I like art. It is fun. I like most everybody’s art except Hitler’s. His colors were clashy. Is clashy a word?

What’s next for you?

Probably a run at President for the 2016 election in America. I’m gonna take care of things. I owe it to the people. If I lose then I’ll most likely perform at halftime at the Super Bowl. They keep bugging me to play and I’m tired of it. I guess it’s my turn but I’d rather be President. 

What’s your scene?

My scene is water colors, salt water taffy, ant farms, swiss chard, fun socks, mint tea and planetary time travel. I know several aliens. We’re pen pals. 

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Up up and away

This is what it looked like this morning from my view at my hotel at the airport in Philadelphia. Got in late after my Bethlehem show and there was room at the inn. My manger was cozy. I got in just in time to watch Alabama Shakes play on SNL. Wow, she can play that guitar and sing like a banshee.

I get to come home to San Diego for two days before my journey on Tuesday eve to Australia. I leave Tuesday and arrive on Thursday so Wednesday won’t exist for me. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Have a sweet Sunday. Go binge watch the new House Of Cards season or something.

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Backstage action

Just got off stage at The Sands Bethlehem Event Center in front of 1500 folks.

Here’s my backstage rock pose and now you have the wifi password.

Thanks to Mike and The Mechanics and all those crazy Genesis fans.

I’m off to the airport.

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I’m not a mechanic 

This dude is in The Rocknroll Hall Of Fame with Genesis. His name is Mike Rutherford and last night I opened the show for his band that you might remember called Mike and The Mechanics.

He’s a nice chap. In fact, his whole crew are the nicest dudes you could ever meet. They shared their backstage lounge and they travel with a huge stock of PG Tips tea.

They played that Genesis song called Turn It On Again which brought me back in time.

Weird bill having me open for a band like that but it was at The Birchmere in Alexandria Virginia and it worked.

Good times.

I do it again tonight in Bethlehem Pennsylvania.

Tuesday I fly to Australia.

Thanks to Mike and The Mechanics. One day I’ll be able to fix a carburetor too. You just wait and see.

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Thanks Canada! Headed to DC

Farewell Canada! I’m headed to Washington DC. I have a show tonight with Mike and The Mechanics at The Birchmere in Alexandria Va.

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Melted Barbie Dolls

It’s all fun and games until it melts in slow motion like a Barbie doll thrown into a bbq. Right now though, it’s gorgeous and poetic and quiet as a silent movie. Exactly like a silent movie. You can hear the projector spinning tape and if you listen hard enough you can hear someone in the front row snapping their gum. Let’s go on a walk and listen to our plastic boots crunch in the frozen white stuff. It’s musical and reminds me of the time I took acid when I was a reporter in Vietnam during the war in 1966. I was sloshing through a swamp in my soggy boots and an osprey swooped down and carried me off to Iceland. We sang songs about fish and fowl and learned how to play the French horn and tuba.


Oh, sorry. I have to go clean my room. That was my mom yelling at me from upstairs. I like it here in the basement. Oh well, all bad things must bend.

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Last night and this morning

Good morning from Halifax Nova Scotia Canada.

Last night was warmth. Saw my relatives. They surprised me by cruising out to The Carleton for my show. Uncle Bernie! Cousin Greg! Cousin Josh! Auntie Joan! The place was packed and there were many laughs. Mark Critch hopped up on stage mid set and did 10 minutes of spontaneous stand up that involved a spot on imitation of me rubbing my face. I saw many friends -old and new- and people were smiling and it FELT like home. Thank you.

This is my view right now. I better put on some cozy socks and stuff.

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I’m home! See yA tonight at 8pm. The Carleton Halifax

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Hiding in the shower from the aliens in the unidentified flying object. They’re looking for me and snatching at my DNA and their spaceship can shape-shift but I’m super swift yet I’m tired and need a lift. Don’t cause a rift. I’m bereft. Dress left. Don’t have heft. But I’ll be your beft —->>> fwend. Won’t you please please help me help me help me eee eee wooooh.

Photog bi Dennis Andersen

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It certainly is

It’s important to know what to pack.shirt

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