Blue Sky Riders

So we went to Park City and the film festival….to DC and the Inaugural…now we’re in LA. And I’m sick. Not a big surprise. Someone always gets sick on the the road and we still bull right through it. This time was different. This was Leno. We had to be great. I’ve been on Leno before with Ringo and it’s an amazing thrill and I wanted Georgia to feel what that’s like so I can’t be sick. Then on the morning of the show….3AM actually…I woke up and….I was sick. I had no voice. None. I could not get a sound out. Off we go in our rental car to find a 24hr clinic to see if something can be done. I am NOT cancelling Leno. The Doctor checks me out and offers a steroid shot that should take down the swelling and let me sing. “Is the show soon?” he asked. “Tonight” I reply. “Good luck with that” he said sadly. If I do not talk all day…I might, just might…get thru a three and a half minute song. (more…)

1.24.13 Showtime. We stand behind the curtain and wait for his introduction. Georgia is calm but excited like the pro she is should be. Kenny has a very satisfied look on his face as if he willed this moment into existence two years ago. The curtain rises. Three and a half minutes later…..we have just officially nailed our first performance on late night TV! (more…)

Today we were actually treated like rock stars. It was on the American taxpayer…but it was probably money better spent on us than on another nuclear sub. They put us up in the W Hotel, a beautiful hotel right in front of the Washington Monument. Wanna feel patriotic? Stare out your window at one of the enduring symbols of freedom. That and a great 9 inch pizza from room service will do it, baby! (more…)

Do you know how you sometimes think how cool it would be to be the President? Then you find out that being the President is a lot of talking to people you don’t want to and posing for pictures and stuff that sucks? How about a baseball player? All glamorous, right? Then you find out they have to play when it’s 110 dgrees out and be constantly worried about being cut or sent down to the minors. How about playing in a band? That’s exciting and glamorous for shizzle! Well, my little acolytes, let me tell you about last night. I will have the rock band fantasy in one font and our reality in the other. (more…)