Red Light House

Porkchop played a show last night at the Boom Boom Room. Before playing one of our more charming covers I promised a drink to the first person who could tell me who originally sang it. Not a terribly hard challenge, but we generate audience interest any way we can.

As the last stirring chord of the song faded out a guy trotted up to the stage and said, “That’s a Ween song.” I congratulated him, and once our set was over I went by his table to make sure he’d gotten his free drink.

He said, “Your ukulele is awesome! You looked just like my uncle up there.”

“Um, thanks?”

I’m pitching.  A girl comes up to the plate wearing an extremely short catholic school girl skirt and knee-high socks.  Not exactly a standard softball uniform.

“Luckily,” I say before pitching her the ball, “I’m a raging homosexual and your outfit does nothing for me.”

Steeeeeerike one.

LL: There’s a bird nest above the front door of our office.

CC: Do they make a lot of noise?

LL: No, but we’re not allowed to remove the nest because The Presidio Trust has rules against it.  So basically they sit on this ledge over our door all day and shit everywhere and it’s disgusting.

CC: Umbrella time.

LL: So every time I walk under the door and cover my head and run screaming.

CC: You know that sometimes when birds are scared and take flight they poop?

LL: I just need to get through mating season without getting shat on.

CC: That’s the pretty much the goal for every species.