first of all,

it’s on.

there is a booked flight from nyc to austin via jetblue starring the talented marc hug and his lovely wife, dominica.

or as i’m allowed to call her: d for donut

also, things are loosely worked out for a juarez show on or around may 20.

which, if you haven’t been to juarez, it really is mf fun!

in the meantime, i’m steady rehearsing for my big 20 minute set at the sxsw.

i think i might have pissed someone off, which is why i only get 20 minutes this year.

actually, it might be 2 people.

and their names begin with a “big” and end with an “and rich”

and i know toby keith is also somehow involved in this conspiracy to hold me back.

f that.

sxsw, if you think i’m gonna bow to the music mafia, then you are sadly mistaken.

i didn’t budge for jeff buckley or usher, and i’m damn sure not budging for gretchen wilson.

even though they all kinda look alike in an eerie way.

nonetheless, i am honored to play at woody’s south the day after my 20 minute showcase

thank you, lee, for inviting me.

you see, 20 minutes of me, is like the difference between shooting and snorting.

what a glorious metaphor.

t