Tag Archives: venezuela

Road to Nowhere

(A couple of quick reminders! Remember to have a look at last week’s Casting of Carynne, Colin, and a few other folks! RSVP if you are coming to the August 20th meetup in Louisville, KY! There are still a few slots open for Fanworks Thursdays! Love you all! -ctan) — I was more alert while […]

Talkin’ Loud and Sayin’ Nothing

(Happy Fourth of July everyone!) I was not in the mood for a party after the show, but there was going to be one whether I was in the mood or not. When you drag a bunch of young, creative people partway across the planet and then have several thousand people scream adulation at them, […]

Top of the Pops

Tell me. When do you think the worst possible time for my hand to cramp up would be? In the middle of the show? Right at the beginning of the acoustic segment with me and Ziggy? Right in the middle of “Candlelight?” The fact that it happened the in the five minutes before we went […]

One Shot

From an objective viewpoint, the Star*Gaze opening set was probably a perfectly adequate performance. But I don’t have an objective viewpoint. I thought it was excruciatingly terrible.

Sometimes It’s a Bitch

(This Saturday chapter brought to you by generous donations to the Tip Jar! Thank you especially Frank and Bill and Wendy! -ctan) — The first time I saw Ziggy that day was when I arrived at the venue with Carynne, who brought me over separate from the rest of everyone. He had a gaggle of […]

Meat Puppets

The middle of the night dilemma: Orgasm had relaxed me and a panic attack had cranked me right back up. So, what to do? Colin gave me a sip of whisky out of his metal flask and ordered me to lie back down. He proceeded to walk the heels of his hands up and down […]

The Rhythm of the Heat

I woke up desperately tired after two hours of sleep and could not remember where I was. It was dark and I could hear someone breathing but I couldn’t tell who from what I could hear. The bed didn’t feel like Ziggy’s bed.

It’s Only Natural

Our first stop was Venezuela. If you picture South America like an ice cream cone, Caracas is basically where the cherry on top of it would be. I don’t think we even changed time zones, just flew straight south like migrating birds, but I can’t really be sure since I slept through a bunch of […]