I had a great time playing my Storytellers show at the Rosebud Bar in Davis Square. Great crowd, good friends – got to play with the old Brendan Boogie Band as well as the Best Intentions. Just a wonderful night of fun.
The crazy thing is that I had 3 and a half hours and I ran out of time. I had to cut like 10 songs. My songwriting volume has officially reached the “ridiculous” mark. I don’t know what to do about it. The hits just keep pouring out of me.
As part of the Storytellers show, I had a “Question Bucket” into which people could write anonymous questions and I’d answer them. Unfortunately, I ran out of time and didn’t get to all the question, but here are the ones I didn’t have time to fully answer:
Tell us about a time you got laid.
I’m sorry but that was not in the form of a question.
Why are my knees so cold?
Are they? Or are your thighs and shins unseasonably hot?
What is the atomic number of plutonium minus the number of Sham-Wows sold in Utah during the week of April 7th, 2009?
There were actually NO Sham-Wows sold in Utah that week. You know, because of the Book of Mormon. So the answer is 94.
Which of your knees is your favorite and when did you first realize this? Please answer in French.
Hou la. Il y a eu beaucoup de questions à propos de mes genoux à ce spectacle. Vous êtes tout un bouquet d’idiots obsédés de genou.
What did the deaf, blind, and paralyzed kid get for Christmas? Cancer.
You answered your own question, rendering me wholly unnecessary. Kudos.
Who wrote the Book of Love?
In my adolescence, I saw a porno called The Book of Love once starring Nina Hartley and featuring a gay genie. Ah, the days when porns had plots.
There is a fox, a chicken, and chicken feed. You have to get them over to an island. You can only take one at a time. If you leave the chicken and chicken feed alone, the chicken will eat the feed. If you leave the fox and chicken alone, the fox will eat the chicken. How do you get them all to the island without them eating each other?
Okay, I’ve heard this one before. First, I take the chicken over. Then, I take the fox over and take the chicken BACK. On the canoe ride over, I impregnate the chicken. When the chicken lays an egg, I make some French toast (I always keep challah bread in my pants) and serve it to the fox. While the fox is complaining that the syrup is not Vermont maple, I throw the chicken feed in the river and teach the chicken the cha-cha.
I hope that answers all of your questions. Hooray for human interaction!