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Quick addition to the P-town gig diary. I opted to drive seperately from the big yellow School For The Dead Bus, figuring there wouldn't be room for my personal sushi chef, my shitzu, Bela Lugosi, and my wardrobe, which needs it's own trailer anyway. And don't forget the golden champagne lounge chair! Darlings, I don't know how you can travel in a white van like that. It's so Ron Howard . Add a splash of color, for heaven's sake!
In the end, I'll remember the Provincetown show for lots of driving by myself and the ipod, sleeping on a blow-up mattress with tony and having my ears blown out by Brian's insane drumming. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm looking forward to playing the Squealing Pig again next winter. I think there is a certain energy and excitement in the air when people are cooped up for months on end under mountains of snow.
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