« One thing that warms me, tho, besides the sweet belief in our impending doom in 2012 (finally!), and the Jameson in my Starbucks, is the memory of the last couple weeks.
Fans from around the world (Greece, Italy, France, England, Australia) converged on my frozen metropolis to share in our 7th annual New Heart For Xmas weekend DEC 18,19.
It began Friday night at Reggie's, where, we performed our early album, American Jet Set, in it's entirety. The crowd had been huddling outside in torrential sleet for hours, so their hypothermic hands were clenched like T rex claws by the time they finally got inside. There was serious electricity in the room for the whole set, and it was way nostalgic for me to sing songs that I so clearly remember writing at a time when we were collecting rejection letters from record labels like baseball cards.
That very night we played a riotous sweat-drenched 18-song set at Metro, complete with snow machines, props, Frosty the snowman, dancing elves, Santa sluts, projections, and firemen who sprayed the crowd with confetti. It was unforgettable, and I can't thank the fans, friends and family enough for braving the arctic conditions to share the experience (esp those who brought creative gifts, cards, letters, artwork, wine and vodka... I even got a Devo autograph and some dried roses from empress Josephine's garden in France!)
But now what? After the confetti is swept up... after my 3rd shower finally removed the last of the glitter and glue from my eyes and hair, I feel a little... lost... »