Purchase College

I bought a soft case for my piano on Saturday so that I wouldn’t have to carry my big, hard case on the train. I hate going into music stores and magic stores. I always feel like an idiot. I should leave magic stores alone, anyway. I’ve got enough crap I can try to master without buying the latest bank breaker.
Speaking of magic, I had time after getting my case to get a beer with Magic Brian and Riley. Magic’s been gone all summer street performing in Europe so it was good seeing him again. I like the smell of beer. I guess that makes me a dork but I already told you I do magic tricks.
On Sunday I played at Purchase College. I took the Metro train to White Plains and then waited for the #12 bus. After waiting about half an hour, a student pointed to a passing shuttle that was free and faster to the college. So, we ran to that one and it stopped everywhere: malls, grocery store, hotel, smoke break; but I got to the school on time.
I wandered around the venue a bit and waited for Jesse, the promoter. He had bought a deli tray and five cakes (cake replaces beer) so I went with him to the grocery store to hang out a little. He’s a good guy. He had booked me at a club in a strip mall a couple of years ago. That was a fun night, too.
I played with Beans. He’s excellent at rapping acapella. So good at it. He doesn’t need beats. And then there was this band called Nuclear Power Pants. The two singers were conjoined twins accompanied by a big coat for two and a band (including a g-board) with foam dinosaur heads that glowed from the black lights. Their lyrics were wonderfully dumb and I loved them. I love bands like that. They reminded me of the 2 Skinnee J’s. I couldn’t stay for Dead Unicorn because I had to catch the train back to NYC. I didn’t have any cake.