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From Philly I proceeded further into the great frozen north to perform at Scottypaluza, a hippie jam band music festival which too k place in Turin, NY, about 35 miles from the Canadian border. I woke up the morning of my performance only to be greeted by rain and high 40 degree temperatures. I made my way to the festival site and checked in. It was sloppy, muddy and cold. I met my agent, Steven King (that’s right, that is his real name) who had come to the festival as a spectator and to film my act for promotional purposes. He had thrilling news, I had been paid in advance. WOOHOO!! It was great visiting with Steve as it had been a while since we had had the pleasure of sharing each others company.
As the day wore on, the weather got worse. Mud deepened and temperatures dropped. I had never seen more muddy dreadlocks in one place in my life. Four hours before my scheduled showtime, I began to hear rumblings about the Sunday schedule being canceled so I sought out the powers that be. I was told I was still going on in my scheduled slot on Saturday night and since I wasn’t scheduled for a Sunday show, it was all good. Two hours before my scheduled showtime, I was canceled. Not a big problem, just a very large ass pain. Sure, I got paid, I just had to drive almost 1100 miles to pick it up. What? And give up show business???

And that is all the news that is fit to share without incrimination. See you Kids on the road soon...

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