AS WELL, the last time Coulton and I will perform together outside of NY for the foreseeable future.
AND YOU FOLLOWERS OF THE LITTLE GRAY BOOK LECTURES KNOW, when I say “the foreseeable future,” I truly mean WHO KNOWS WHEN?
LUCKILY, we will be joined as well in LA by my back-up feral mountain man, the great “JOHN RODERICK,” but even so, I will need a drink, and I’d love to share it with you.
I MUST THANK PORTLAND, belatedly, for yet another perfect post-reading meal.
AFTER AN AMAZING EVENING OF LIVE RADIO with Courtnay and all at Live Wire!
(including the great LYNDA BARRY; who, as per Groening, truly is the funk queen of the universe, and simply the best and most loveliest)
ON RODERICK’S EXPERT suggestion, we then proceeded to eat chicken fried steak at Montage, where Steve your bartender was featuring the following alcoholic euphemism:
AT 6 DOLLARS, A BARGAIN
IT IS DIFFICULT for me to accept that this was merely a coincidence, but all signs point to “IT WAS” and for that I am grateful.
(FURTHER, I was then informed a mystery woman paid for half our meal. MYSTERY WOMAN, WHO ARE YOU?)
TONIGHT, we are in San Francisco. Though our show at the Herbst is sold out, please join us TOMORROW in Corte Madera at BOOK PASSAGE. We will be singing and talking and then signing in the usual manner. Plus: It’s across from the Chili’s!
ALSO, please note that the admission price for our LA event this Thursday includes A COPY of MY BOOK, which I will sign for you.
HERE
is Dutton, publishers of Ken Follett and Darin Strauss
HERE
is Riverhead, publishers of David Rees and The Rza
1876, BOSTON: “Mr. Watson. Come here. I need you.” With these words Alexander Graham Bell famously makes the first telephone transmission. Though his assistant, Watson, was just in the adjoining room, nonetheless, Bell had not seen him for seven months, refusing to contact him until the telephone was functional. When Watson finally did “come here,” he found his employer Bell half-crazed and starving. — MARCH 10