Andrew Allen: News

“Ryanair flight 4538 now boarding, to Milan”.

Yeah it is!

Ryanair roundtrip tickets to Milan, Italy = 50 pounds
Tickets to Jason Mraz = 40 pounds
Hotel in the ghetto of Italy = 100 pounds
Opting out of our second night to drive to Switzerland with new friends?
PRICELESS!

Seriously though, we boarded the flight, listened to the hammering of advertisements on the way to Milan, Italy… and chuckled that we were actually going to Jason Mraz live in Milan… what?

We originally rented a Smart Car… you know, one of those little motorized wheelchairs with a roof? But for some reason the confirmation number never arrived and after incessant phone calls, we discovered they never actually had any left.

Option 2

We rent from another company for double the price. Sounds lame? It is.

We ended up getting a hot little Peugot though… much cooler than the Smart Car, but way more pricey… though it helps us to look the part of the Italian Stallion!

Now, I would like to advise anyone flying into Bergamo airport late at night… to get into the city, you need to cross 4 toll booths… these toll booths only accept Euro’s…

Guess what?

No Euros.

Crap.

Thankfully I speak broken Italian. It sounds like this.

I don’t have any Euros… open the gate.

It worked 3 out of 4 times… the last time was a little more hostile, but we still made it through. I’m waiting for the video footage and a bill in the mail, but we should have a good laugh about it!

Hotel was… fine. Nobody there spoke English, which isn’t their fault as much as it ours for not bringing a translation book… or even prepping ourselves on some basic language skills… for instance… is it dangerous outside?

Anyhow, we survived the night, went downtown (avoided all toll booths) and saw the famous “Duomo”… a must see if you’re in Milan, and successfully avoided the rip off artists trying to sell dead roses to me to give to Julia to appear romantic. My towel smells of wet emu. I’m passed romantic.

Morning equals breakfast… delicious teas, coffees, croissants filled with chocolate and then back to bed. Just had to take advantage of the free stuff I guess.

Finally we wake, find someone that speaks English, and away we go to discover the Capital of Fashion!!!

Beautiful city in fact, castles, deli’s, pasta, wine… everything you would hope to find… you find. We settled in to a nice little café for a bottle of, what else? Italian red! And of course, a famous Panini or two with a view of the gargoyle and statue infested Duomo.

Concert starts at 9ish, but we have internet tix that need to be redeemed before the show. We get there early in our hot little hoo-ride and join the line up. We’re talking to each other when we’re interrupted by two girls that miraculously speak the same language as we do!

Turns out, they’re American.

Studying in Switzerland.

Also in love with Jason Mraz.

Excellent.

We get to know them a bit, and sort out the internet line together, discovering that there’s a second line that we need to join.

We join.

Finally it’s our turn to get our tickets… which we gladly do, only to be told that the back of the original line has our names on it. Well, let me tell you, Julia wasn’t going to have this at all. So, with a smug grin on our face and a little fire in the eye, she let’s the bouncer know that her and her friends would be staying where we were as we had already been in line from the beginning. The bouncer, either smitten or frightened agrees to the terms, and allows the whole lot of us in 5 minutes before anyone else is even close!

Front row, centre row, in a venue that only holds 700 people. What better way to see a show?! Thank you Miss J!

Our new found American/Swiss friends offer the BC cash crop for the pre show which is declined by the majority. Of course, upon their return, we’re introduced to photos clearly identifying Mr. Mraz as being a participant in their smoke fest, not to mention a clear invite for a post-show partay!

Dropped the ball on that one I guess.

Show = Amazing.

Acoustic, Bass, and Djembe…so intimate, so unreal. Can’t say more. It’s in that special place in my memory, to be brought out only when I’m depressed in Denton… or Sleepless in Seattle… sounds like a movie!

Show finished, the invitation stays true… but only to the three originals… negating the other Swiss/American/Canadian groupies. So, what better way to spend a Thursday night, then driving to Switzerland! Afterall, we might as well take advantage of a full car rather then an electric wheelchair!

2 hours later we’re crashing in the dorm room of three American girls studying in Lugano, Switzerland!

Hotel?

What hotel?

Switzerland is the new Milan?

Waking up in Switzerland surrounded by the alps, a stunning lake, overpriced cars and gelato stands? There is no better way. I’m sure that our hospitality was only dwarfed by the memory of the people hosting us… it was a beautiful chance to share and love life with people we hadn’t previously known, but without a doubt we will know for a life time.

Cheers Sam and Michelle… you are the greatest!

Back to the Peugot, on to Bergamo airport, Ryanair flight… who cares, we don’t want it to end… and back to Denton. To the clouds. To the rain. And to our stinky towels.

Who are we kidding. We accomplished a trip, inside a trip, inside a trip.

Cheers to that!

Did you know that Enterprise has a weekend special on right now?! You can rent one of their smallest cars…it’s called a Ford KA, it’s so small it doesn’t even get an “R” on the end…that, or it’s phonetically spelt so you can sound British when you say it. Either way, you can get this itty, bitty little car for a mere 11 pounds a day over the weekend. Much better - in my opinion - than my last car rental, which almost cost me 300 pounds because of the silly company (europcar) that couldn’t figure out what they originally charged me, or the fact that 100 pounds plus 35 pounds does not equal 330! Oh well, we got that one sorted…onto the rest of the story.

It’s Friday now, I’m back at the table in the living room, facing away from the windows as they’re being splattered with water from the heavens again…like that’s changed?! I was going to write this when I got back from my show last night, but imagined I’d probably use too many expletives and then look like I’ve become a sailor since I’ve been out here!

I picked up our rental yesterday…the hired car if you will…actually, to be honest; they came and picked me up. They were a little late as they forgot that they were supposed to come and get me, though not a big deal, as I didn’t have to be to the show until 9pm that night. Once in the car and onto the carriageway, I had a nice chat with the driver, who also ended up being the guy that managed the rental for me. He told me that their smallest cars (ka’s) were all gone, and that I was to be upgraded to a larger vehicle…are you ready for this, think “larger” vehicle…he said I would really like this one, it’s a Toyota Yaris!

Larger?

No offence to those of you that own the Yaris…cute car, but it sure feels like you’re riding in the Pope Mobile…far too many windows, and you feel like you’re sitting so high that you need to wave at everyone.

I did.

They didn’t.

So, a Yaris it is. Nice little vehicle, and pointed out to me that it’s got all sorts of storage (room for your cell phone) and it’s a diesel…costs a bit more at the pump, but you get further on it…good pitch. 60% of vehicles in the UK are diesel actually, and once upon a time, diesel used to cost less, until diesels made up more than 50% of the vehicles, and then all of a sudden the fuel source began to cost more.

Odd that.

I heard last night that crude oil prices have come down actually; it’s supposed to take three months until we notice the change at the pump. Oddly enough when the oil prices went up we didn’t have to wait?!

Anyways.

I get in the large vehicle, and notice immediately that it has not been given to me with a full tank. The rep notices this too and says just bring it back the way I got it. Sounds fine to me, so away I go!

We’re on our way to the show, and I notice that the light is blinking rapidly at me that the fuel is almost gone. I’m thinking that running out of fuel on the highway is going to be very uncomfortable, so we take the next exit and pull into a little village in search of a petrol station.

We finally find one, on our left, and pull in. Being as it’s a different car than the last one I had, the fuel insert point is located on the opposing side of the vehicle. Convenient isn’t it…why can’t they all just agree on what side it should be on? Geez.

When pulling in, I noticed that gas was marked at 1.11 pounds per liter. Why are the cars in miles per hour, but the fuel is in liters? I also noticed the diesel was listed at 1.23 pounds per liter. A bit of a stinger, but necessary to continue right?

I get out of the Yaris, and notice three different nozzles on one large pump. The furthest to the right is marked super diesel, and the price is something like 1.49 pounds per liter…obviously not the one I want. There’s a gentleman on the other side of the pump driving a very nice land rover, so I assume he’s probably smart enough to know what type of fuel is what type of fuel.

I ask him for a hand and he strolls around to my side. I mention that I need just regular diesel for the car, and he looks at the three nozzles. He points at the furthest right and says that one is the super diesel…one that I don’t need. He looks to the left and says that this is the one that will work fine. I look at the price and it’s 1.23. Looks like the right one to me. I double check as I don’t want to be the Canadian idiot parked on the side of the road with a wrecked rental car because I put the wrong fuel in. He reassures me that the baby blue pump is the one I need, and that all three of the nozzles contained diesel. This makes sense to me, as back in Canada, diesel is on it’s own island. Might I add, there are no other markings on any of the nozzles.

I pull the baby blue handle and put it in the car. I decided that even though I only have to bring it back with a quarter of a tank, I have a big drive ahead, and one to Liverpool on Sunday, so I’m sure I’ll go through a full tank. I fill up to 45 pounds worth…which back home is $90.00…in a Yaris! What?!

I go in to the store to pay the attendant without remembering my stall number…he looks out at the car, then back at his screen, and says…”the diesel?” Obviously I respond “Yup.” And then I gave him my life savings.

I hop back in the toy car and away we go. We’re about 5 miles down the highway and the car starts to hate on me. It’s lurching, and clicking and making all sorts of weird noises underneath the hood. In fact, when I hit the gas pedal, it sort of sounds like there’s an empty water bottle under the gas pedal, and when I step on it, it makes the sound that crushing an empty water bottle would make.

Not really knowing what to do as I’m on the wrong side of the road in my world, and there’s a roundabout coming up, I opt to turn off the highway and move to the side on the way to the roundabout. No sooner do I pull over that the car decides to discontinue its function as a car, and become a hunk of metal with wheels.

No power.

No engine.

Dang.

Obviously, I’m thinking about the fuel source right away, but can’t seem to get past the fact that the guy told me it was diesel…

Nonetheless, I phone the help company who assure me it will be roughly 45 minutes until they get to us.

45 minutes pass, and low and behold, here comes the man with the truck that’s going to save us…hip hip…hooray!

Crazy road vehicles they have here…it’s a van, and out of the back door it’s like Optimus Prime shows up as a tow truck and lifted our car. The driver first opened the gas cap though…took a sniff, and mentioned that it was definitely…

Diesel?

Petrol.

Crap.

Guess what. I’m the Canadian idiot parked on the side of the road with a wrecked rental car because I put the wrong fuel in.

I’ll shorten the end of this stupid event. An hour down the road, at a little shop in the woods, an after-hours shop worker drains our rental car of the 45 pounds worth of incorrect fuel with a little machine that he says he uses at least 6 times a week. More common among locals he says, mainly because none of those pumps are marked. This kinda makes me feel like when you skin your knee and then all your friends tell you stories about when they skinned their knees. It really does nothing to make you feel better!

Drained. Refilled. Started. Billed. 250 pounds later, we’re back driving our stupid little Yaris in a race to get to the show on time. Did I mention I still had to go to a petrol station and fill up 45 pounds again?!

Got to the Jolly Tar, decided to order something to eat, went to the toilet to wash up, exploded coconut soap all over my crotch, and wished for about thirty seconds I was back in bed. In Canada. In a house. With my dog. Then I realized that I wouldn’t have this story, I wouldn’t have a new memory, I wouldn’t be in England with Julia, I wouldn’t have to work through a problem and find happiness on the other side of it. I wouldn’t have a sad plea from the stage that helped me sell a bunch of CD’s to an overly appreciative English crowd.

I’ll laugh about it one day.

Donations in support of the Canadian idiot can be made out to Andrew Allen and deposited in a trust fund for Diesel Morons.

Well. Cheers?

Well, once again I’ve neglected my role as a blogger…probably ‘cause I’m really not one…however, at the risk of being reprimanded for my lack of “journaling”, I will do it “digitally” for the sake of those interested…thanks by the way if you are…it’s awfully kind of you! Interested that is!

So I sit here in our new apartment in a suburb of Manchester called Denton. It has a couch, a table, two stools, a kitchen (with a clothes washing machine right under the sink), a bathroom with a cord that you pull to give power to the electric shower and a million doors that shut each room off from the next. It’s also got a great view of the Manchester Glass Company. Okay, the view sucks, but if you look past the parking lot you can see some hills in the background…it’s all about perspective you know!

The common response when we tell locals we live in Denton is “oh, and you haven’t been shot yet.” It’s funny ‘cause I always use to wonder how anyone could end up living in the East Hastings area of Vancouver…but then I realized that if you were from out of town, you got a paper or saw a website advert that said “2 bdrm apt. close to town. Secure parking. Must see” and it was the only one that would rent to you…you’d probably take it…and then realize the error of your ways!

All that being said, Denton is not dangerous…so don’t worry about a thing…the police officers here don’t even carry weapons…just billy clubs, so what sort of things could really happen! Besides, there’s curled barbwire around our gate!

I’m totally kidding.

If we survived driving the freeways of California in a minivan, we’ll be fine in Denton.

So, to the nature of the trip…

We safely arrived at Manchester airport on Tuesday, being greeted by a friend of mine from high school who just happened to be in Manchester for work…what a small world! Peter, a friend of the Oldfield’s also met us at the airport and graciously gave us a ride to his house…a beautiful home in a great little area called Upton. His wife and children were so hospitable and we learned quickly all about the area, the people and the football – which we watched intently from the comfort of their home! Jet lag’s a bit of a jerk, but it seems now that we’re over it…that, and I started playing shows on Thursday so there wasn’t any time to just whine.

Thursday morning took us into Liverpool via bus where we had decided to rent a car. I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous before…renting a car that drives on the other side of the road from downtown Liverpool…sheesh, what a great idea!

Nonetheless…it had to be done.

We gathered the address and phone number, made a reservation for a car, took the bus into the city and then typed the address into the GPS which we held in front of us as we walked…talk about looking like tourists…”turn left in 100 metres” barks the GPS, and then of course we both respond by saying “thanks!”

Halfway there, or so we think, and the batteries on the GPS die…I guess that’s the benefit of using a map…anyhow, we noticed two police officers standing nearby and so we casually asked them for assistance in finding our way. After deliberating in a different language (it sounded sort of like English but with weird sayings) they agreed that in the nations best interest, we should received a free ride in the back of the police car to our destination. After 10 minutes of driving, we realized that our walk would have been quite exhausting, not to mention, I wouldn’t have been able to ask an officer of the law how to drive in his country (I don’t actually think he was that excited to hear that!)

I got in the wrong side at first, I suppose it’s what habit does, but I’m glad that problem has remedied itself…I know now that I need to enter the right side of the car in order to have the steering wheel in front of me.

Surprisingly enough, I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was going to be. The shifting was a little odd as you do it with your left hand so I kept trying to start the roundabouts in 5th…and stall. Dang. But by the end of the first day, I had it sort of figured out…that, and the English are very happy to flash their lights at you – I thought this was a gesture of good nature, but it actually means “you’re in my lane idiot” – so the ‘figuring out’ was ‘figured out’.

Julia only gasped a few times at how close I got her side of the car to a bush, a wall, or another car…I keep forgetting I have to mind my left side…and man do you feel like an idiot when you try to back up…I’m looking over my right shoulder and there’s no back seat!

I know this is long, but keep reading…or put it aside, grab some tea and come back later…I’m not gonna delete it before I get home!

My first gig was at this great little pub called the Jolly Tar. It was in a place called Nantwich, which is located on a massive canal system in which people live in long narrow boats and travel at 4mph to other destinations when they no longer get along with their neighbors. They can find their favorite local, drink too many pints, and then stumble back to their boat…crazy!

The show went great, we met a lot of great locals, and landed another gig this Thursday with local/international guitarist Jim Kirkpatrick, who I randomly met last night at another pub…I’ll get to that in a bit!

All in all…a great first night. I even tried a “real ale” though I thought they were all “real”, these ones have no carbonation to get them out of the keg and so the bartender has to yard on a pully thing that sucks the beer out of the keg and into your glass…which is served warmer than room temperature and is flat as anything. Tasty though, but I just had to remember it wasn’t because I left it sitting in the sun that it tasted that way…that was the intention of how it should taste!

Did I mention that we are gonna be so strong when we get home? We lug a PA system up three flights of stairs every night after shows…and then back down in the morning to head off to the next one…YES!

The second show I had was at a pub that doesn’t typically have live music, so the response was a little different…especially since it was closer to Manchester and Manchester United has just failed miserably against the team it was fighting…they tried their best, but towards the end they seemed to forget that it’s not volleyball they’re playing and you can’t put the ball in the net with your hand…red card for you sucker! We still had a great time though, met some more fun locals, talked about life, and then made an attempt to find a 24hour McDonalds…to no avail…I suppose that’s a big difference in North American culture…the late night eating habits…but seriously, I wanted a McChicken so bad…and the smiles are free! We settled for a bag of prawn cocktail crisps from a convenience store and motored home around 4 am…so much for getting on track with our sleeping habits.

This brings us to the day our alarm never went off…okay, so I don’t know how to set the alarm, but still, it’s better to blame electronics.

I had a show at 1pm, and we got up at 11:30am. I quickly made a call to the venue that I was supposed to be playing at later that evening to double check PA requirements, and I was told she forgot I was coming and she had recently been fired…so, tough luck for me! I made another quick phone call to another pub to ask if they needed anyone that night and was sorely shut down as well.

We were about an hour away from the festival that was being held in a little area called Bollington. So, we threw our clothes on, ate some toast, grabbed the guitar, jumped in the car and sped off to the motorway to sort out where on earth we were going. Thankfully, the festival was running a touch behind, and we were driving a touch fast and so everything worked out fine. I was sentenced to the smaller stage on the festival grounds due to the fact that they wanted to use me to fill the gaps between bands since my setup and tear down is pretty minimal. This suited me fine, and I jumped at the chance to get to play possibly more than once (they said I could if they liked me)!

I did my first set a little after 1 (half one if you want to be British) and the response was overwhelming! I got pats on the back from the other musicians there, and I even had a beer bought for me from a dude named Dave…purely heterosexual gesture though. In addition, I got a phone call from the second pub I had phoned saying that she would in fact like to hire me for the evening, but I would need to bring a PA system.

The organizer of the festival said he wanted me on again around 4pm, so be ready.

We jumped in the car, drove back to our apartment, grabbed the PA so we could leave from the festival later that evening, and we rushed back to the festival.

We arrived just in time to hear an amazing band by the name of Twilight Robin, who I was supposed to play after (check them out when you have some time on myspace…they were amazing). I set up again, played another set, and received another great response…I even got a hug from Dave…it was more of a high five/handshake/pat on the shoulder thing, but I call it a hug!

The next band took the stage, and once again, the organizer said that I would be doing a 15 minute set at their completion…little did I know they had multiple venues at this festival, and across town at another stage, they were making room in the list to use me there as well.

I finished my final set at the festival stage, and was promptly whisked away to play the other venue. I’m getting tired just remembering all this…

Anyways, that set went great and it was time to get rippin’ to the other pub that I had booked for the evening as it was a good hour drive to get there.

Arriving at The Vine in Shavington following a dinner at the Chesire Cheese was an interesting feeling. Because there was such short notice on the show, it didn’t really look like anyone was there…nonetheless, the show must go on.

Sidenote – I ate a Gammon Steak at the Cheshire Cheese with a fried egg on it…the thing was like a plate full of bacon…SO GOOD!

I started the show at half nine and just played as though the room was full, which to my surprise, became full! The people that were at this pub were so full of life and excitement. So much in fact, that one of the locals upon returning from the toilet, opted to flash the whole bar his naked bum in response to his enjoyment for the music…or perhaps it was just his enjoyment to the Guiness. Either way, the pub was in tears! A Scottish man with a Jalapenos shirt danced his hardest during my poor rendition of 500 miles, and an English bloke named Andy sat by the fan in order to have his long hair blown in the typical model fashion…to which I wrote a song about!

After my first set, I was introduced to a guitarist by the name of Jim Kirkpatrick which was hilarious, because I’ll be playing with him Thursday at a completely different pub…as well, he’s headlining the Mind, Body and Boogie festival that I had played at that afternoon…and so I had heard tones about him! He’s a young guy from the area, but he’s toured as a session player and on his own with some greats…Chris Cook, White Snake and a bunch of others…we got talking and had some great laughs…

I did my last set, packed up, ate some bizarre new crisps called Hula Hoops that you put on your finger tips and then eat, and then started our journey home.

Alright…that brings us to now…I’ve had my morning tea and toast, stretched my back out (there’s no bed in here yet so we’ve been sleeping on the floor with a blanket…the bed comes on Monday though so we’ll be fine…just one more night – sounds like a song!) and now I’m off to the electric shower before we head into the grocery store so we can eat more than freakin’ toast!

All in all, this adventure is great…and hopefully I’ll be less tardy with my next entry.

Cheers from Denton!

Andrew

If painted faces and sugar pop kids can dream, than why shouldn't we?!

The canola fields reflect the sunshine, and seem like they try to imitate it on earth. There's something truly remarkable about the wide open prairies...I think it's that there's so much room to breathe, and to feel life. I know I felt life splattered on my front windshield, because the bugs also seem to enjoy the wide open spaces...although you'd think they could avoid vehicles...apparently not!

The shows have been great, some having loads of people, others having less, but always a fun, upbeat time to meet locals, to meet new friends, and to make memories!

I know I haven't been updating this blog...but I promise I'll start now...

Here's a nice little story for you!

We're traveling from Winnipeg to Saskatoon - the show ended at 1:00am and we're on the move, it's cheaper than staying the night again, and this way the bird like mosquitos won't catch us, our van is quick! - we decide that a rest is probably a good idea, and so we pull into a truck stop between Manitoba and Saskatchewan...I know, you're thinking, what's in between there...what you're picturing is correct...nothing.

Both of us fall asleep for a good two hours, and I suddenly wake up - it probably looked like when a dead guy comes back to life, big drastic inhale, forgetting that breathing is essential to life - and I decide it's time to get back on the road.

I drive about 40 metres, and realize that I'm not actually awake, so I pull to a stop, turn off the van and go back to sleep.

I forgot to turn off the lights.

Crap.

I insert the key into the ignition, turn it, and here...well, nothing.

I notice there's a trucker walking his small dog - his looks tougher than the Paris Hilton type, that, and he doesn't have his in a purse, what I'm a talking about...I have a Paris Hilton type - and I ask him kindly if he's got jumper cables. He responds that no he doesn't, but not to worry, there's bound to be someone that'll come by in a little truck that'll have something.

It's 5am, the truck stop is closed, we're on a highway between nowhere, and nowhere, and I haven't seen a vehicle for a very long time.

A little deflated, I jump back in the van, ask God for some help, give Him a minute, and try starting the van...it'd be cool if I said it started...but it didn't.

I then remembered that we got BCAA, just for times like this, so I pull out the cell phone and give 'em a ring...they let me know that I should be talking to the folks in Manitoba, so they transfer me...however, some time between the transfer and the original call, my cell phone decided that the prairies are blocking reception and it drops all calls...

Dang.

I'm sort of thinking now that we're waiting until the gas station opens...probably not 'till 7...which will make us late for soundcheck in Saskatoon...then, all of a sudden, I see in the distance (everything is in the distance out here) a small pickup truck plodding down the highway. Keep in mind, no one has been on this highway since our battery incident, and why would someone stop in here when nothing is open...

I'm thinking...please stop, please stop, please stop...and I notice is right indicator start flashing, he turns the corner into the truck stop and I jump from the van giving him a pleasant little wave...he pulls up to the side of the van and asks what it is I need...I say, jumper cables and a hand...he says "sure thing partner", pulls his truck to the front of the van, pops the hood, starts our van, and drives away with a wave and a weird noise from his mouth that cowboys make when they let their tongue snap off the roof of their mouth...it's usually accompanied by a wink.

Van is running.

I'm bewildered.

We're going to Saskatoon!

Well...here we are in beautiful Victoria...

Suprisingly, I actually survived the show before and after the UFC fight...most random thing I've ever done!

Now I'm chillin' on the island...with shows tonight, tomorrow and friday...they're gonna be a blast.

If you're checking this page and you were at EBC...what an awesome week...can't wait 'till the next time we all get to connect!

Love yas!

Andrew

Another whirlwind weekend has ended with the finale being the Vernon Sunshine Festival...

What a killer time! The weather was incredible...though I think I burnt one side of my face...and the show was super fun!

If you missed the show I'm so sorry as the band I was playing was just smokin'! Johnny and Julia laying down the grooves and of course Clare Miller (from the record) absolutely nailed the vocals...

So much fun, and yet far too quick...I wish we could do it all over again...but alas, that will have to wait 'till the UK!!!

Whew...so I just finished the craziest weekend of incredible shows...it began in Vancouver with a great time had on the rooftop patio of the West Vancouver REMAX office...followed by the opening spot for the band Redfish...and then followed by a midnight spot at the Salmon Arm Relay for Life...well...now that's all done...looking forward to the next bunch...hope to see you all there!

So tonight we're off to the beautiful town of Enderby where I'll be opening for the very talented Ryan Donn who's single "There For You" has graced the airwaves for the last few months...

We'll be doing a two night stint, both tonight and tomorrow...it's gonna be great fun!

Whew...so I've been workin' hard to get some shows so I can visit the cities that my friends live in...and so far it's lookin' pretty good!

By the way, don't forget about my offer on facebook...if you want to book a living room session...your very own! Contact me and we'll sort out the details...it's an intimate and awesome way to have some fun live music at your party and all your friends will be totally into it!

Check out the dates...see if I'm near, and let me know what you think!

Brand new website up and running...a great chance to check out the tunes...see some pics and get to know ME a little bit better...

Tell your friends to check it out too...and hopefully we'll see you soon in your very own Living Room Session!