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Miss Freelove ’69

It was just me, Chris, and Courtney from the Allston house, and we picked up Bart in the van. Carynne and Bradley were getting back to the city on their own schedule–in fact maybe they’d already left a day or two earlier. I don’t remember. It was a Sunday night so there wasn’t much traffic […]

I Wanna Be Adored

I woke up the next day to find glitter and smoke streaked all across the pillows and some shocking red hanks of hair here and there in the bed as if some tropical plant had shed its pistils or something. Apparently passionate enough lovemaking was sufficient to yank some of my extensions out. After a […]

It’s Different For Girls

(22 days left in the DGC Kickstarter!) I’ll relate to you one more Bradley story before I get back to talking nonstop about Ziggy. The night we’d told Bradley and Marvelle we were hiring them both, we ened up at Jordan’s. When Carynne had talked to him to vet Marvelle, he’d mentioned we should drop […]

Be My Number Two

(ICYMI: DGC Kickstarter going on now! Will we pass $2,000 today? We’re at $1,902 when I’m posting… Go check out the fun rewards, many under $10! -ctan) — The next morning I felt the effects of having hardly slept two nights earlier. I felt like I could barely roll over as Ziggy answered the phone. […]

There’s No Other Way

(Kickstarter is launching today around noon! Check it out and share the link: http://kck.st/1RFanDN ! -ctan) In the end we auditioned seven drummers. Yes, seven. Bradley wasn’t the only one to show up without confirming with Carynne first. Hey, I’m sure if I got wind of a gig I really wanted and didn’t manage to […]

Beat Farmers

(Thanks to donations, here’s the third Saturday post in a row! See below for some other fun news! -ctan) — Marvelle had a pretty decent resume for a working musician. He’d just come off a gig in the touring company of a Broadway musical (Phantom of the Opera), had played jazz, rock, and R&B, did […]

PART EIGHTEEN: Boys Keep Swinging

I don’t know why I was nervous for the first day of auditions. I was not the one trying to get a gig. I was the one doing the auditioning–I mean, the auditing? What’s the right verb for that? I guess it’s called auditioning both when you’re the one going in for the gig and […]

Ghost Town

The way big tours are arranged you very rarely play three nights in a row. To hear Waldo gripe about it, it’s logistically difficult, it’s hard on everyone including crew and performers, a bitch to schedule, etc. But sometimes three places are close enough together to make it work or it’s the only way to […]

We’re All In the Same Gang

So, hit me over the head with a brick about it. Somehow, despite ample evidence to the contrary, I was used to thinking of myself as the only gay person I knew. I in fact knew a ton of people–Ziggy, Colin, my own sister, Jonathan, Matthew, Sarah, maybe even Mills if she was right about […]

Blues From A Gun

Artie said good night a little while after that. It was the dinner hour and I was too angry and upset to feel tipsy. I ended up in the tiny phone booth squeezed between the restroom doors in a diner not far from Sarah’s (she’d left word with her doorman to meet her there) using […]