I'm not complaining

Monday night during The New York Howl show, I got a drink spit at me and a high-hat hurled at me. A bunch of us went across the street to The Rev. Vince Anderson at Black Betty afterward, where I got spun into a bunch of chairs leaving my thigh looking like this:


It's about time we returned to a more balls-out vibe with the rock.

PS. I highly recommmend both these acts, but don't expect a bunch of skinny kids with their arms crossed slightly nodding their heads. This is a good thing.

Oh, and here's a video my friend Cass did for the Rev...