Getting a chance to catch up with the blog during my flight to Tucson for the IFGE conference….

Had a show last Friday at The Cinch. The night’s theme was “Riot Grrls”—and since it was an unexpected booking, I hadn’t had anything songs lined up. Fortuitously  though, there was a Grace Potter and the Nocturals song, “If I Was From Paris,” that I’d been interested in doing, but felt was a little too hard-edged for my other shows. It’s not actually vintage riot grrl, but it’s definitely got the same ‘tude. (It’s also unlike most of GP&N’s other stuff, which is more along the lines of Janis Joplin-fronting-The Black Crowes-with-Booker T. on the Hammond B3 organ.)

It was also the birthday of another performer “Damn Dyke,” who was celebrating her “seven-year bitch.” So Anna started the show with a cake, which she proceeded to fling into the crowd and onto the stage. The next performer also had cake, which she did a face-plant into, and then shook herself like a dog. So when I took the stage, it was a gooey, lethally slippery mess. Plus I’d found some cool new shoes that look very glam, but with heels that about an inch higher than I’m used to. So it was a very nervous Joie de Vivre who took the stage….

Then Anna made a point of telling the crowd how much she enjoys seeing me bust a move while I’m performing. Thanks, Anna—I’ll get you back, my pretty…. But I managed to make it through without turning an ankle or falling on my ass. It wasn’t my best performance, because I was having to keep one eye on the stage to avoid slipping, but I guess it must have come across alright, since I got a complement from Trauma Flintstone (who was there en drab) after the show.