Hooray for:
Rachael the nomad, who bought me a shot.
Bandmates that help me straighten my hair.
MAZ, manager extraordinaire, who grooved up front.
James, who turned 31 (I got proof).
Joe, who held so tenaciously to his claim that our show beat Paul McCartney's, all the way to the hilarious, logic-defying end.
Anngelle, who put the show in her FB picks of the week.
David Starbuckle and Dr. Rock for spinning Bliss on Bunkradio's The Universe and putting our video out there along with all kinds of awesome unsigned rock.
Aloud, The Lights Out & The Divorced, great musicians getting their great music into the world one show at a time. It was a blast sharing the stage.
New York. For being New York. And for being the place I'm headed this weekend (Trash Bar in Brooklyn Friday night & Arlene's on the lower east side on Saturday).
My band. For being This Blue Heaven.
And finally, John Hughes, who made me crack up and cry, both - and who originally made sure Duckie got the girl, but Molly Ringwald just had to have her Cinderella ending, even though it meant Andrew McCarthy had to come back from shooting another film, for which he'd shaved his head, and wear that truly horrible wig.
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