We drove from NYC to Boston today.
Got lost in The Bronx, and got stuck in a traffic jam in Connecticut, and it took us 7 long hours to drive this 210-mile trip.

The audience was super nice and we had a blast playing there. One of the best audiences on this tour for shizzle. Being a weirdo’s band singing songs about things that are not really sexy, it’s always nice to see female members of the community in the audience actually listening to and enjoying what we’re doing. Thanks!

If you were at the show, browse through the pictures below and see if you can find yourself in one of them. If you do, just let us know which one is you. Hopefully we get to see you next time again!

So here’re the photos.

See you soon!
Aki
Voluntary Mother Earth

So we are still out and about in New York on Wednesday and Thursday. Went to the park in Brooklyn, and watched some free movies in Broadway, being regular tourists.

New York’s a fascinating city and I hope someday I get to live here for a year or two when I’m rich, maybe in my next reincarnation, or something.

So here’re some pictures.

See you soon.
Aki
Voluntary Mother Earth

So, after the New York gig, we have a big 5-day break which we didn’t want. The reason why we have it is because I fucked up the booking process, but that’s another story.

On day 7, we just stayed at our motel in Jersey City all day long doing nothing. We were all too tired. The weird cooking shown below is by me. Ramen, cans of vegetables cooked in a motel toilet water and you get this. It didn’t taste like it came straight from hell, but it didn’t taste like it was delivered from heaven, either. I won’t make this again…

On day 8, we just drove around in Manhattan, which turned out to be pretty fun. It’s not easy to drive here for a person who learned to drive in a small town Texas, but the traffic is nice and disorganized, it’s grooving. We found a good parking spot near the club we had played at, then walked around town later in the afternoon.

At night we met up with my old friend Gabe and had a drink or two with his friends. Celebrating an Irish saint with a bunch of non-religious guys and a Jew and two non-Catholic Christians can only possibly happen in America, I think. But I’m pretty sure I’m wrong.

After that, we drove to Gabe’s secret shack in the depths of Brooklyn. He’s pretty much one of the only 10 white guys living in this neighborhood and I think it’s real neat.

So here’s them pictures.

I’ll be right back with you tomorrow.
Til then!

Hugs,
Aki
Voluntary Mother Earth