SEATTLE GIGS

Just back from Seattle where I spent four days visiting and performing. It was my first time playing clubs in the Pacific northwest and I'll have to say, those people can relate with being a geek.

Probably the best part was when I pulled up my t-shirt, exposed my white belly and said, "...make love with the pasty white skin. I look like Bill Gates down there, baby."

I think I was possessed by Satan or something when I said that. Or maybe Bill Gates paid Satan to intervene during my set and get a good plug in. After all, to compare my rock hard abs with Gates is quite a stretch. But people laughed. They knew what I was talking about. Gates is so pasty he looks like the belly of a dead tuna fish. Or worse...when they found E.T. laying next to the river! I still get teary-eyed when I watch that scene.

There was a guy in the front row on Friday night who looked something like Rollie Fingers (the famous Oakland A's pitcher). He became my target throughout the show. Which worked well because he'd been sleeping before I got up and I wouldn't let him fall back into his coma. That's right. If you or a loved one is in a coma have me over. I'll wake their sorry ass up.