2003-08-19 - 9:45 a.m.
Boston crowds are really great. Stephanie bought me a beer before I played. A Chuck Heston came. A Dansko cyclist came. The Spree was fucking beautiful. Izzy and Dizzy from Mr. Brownstone helped me with my merch. The staff was fucking awesome as usual. Billy Budd, the manager, is a piece of gold; Jay, the sound guy, made my accordion sound like a powerhouse; Jiggy John suggested the bbq pizza; the rest of the staff welcomed me back. That shit is awesome. It sure is nice to be treated well. And in turn, I rocked the fuck out of them.