It’s midnight. We’ve already played two gigs today. We get to the radio station at around 1am and thank heavens there is food for us. We go down the long hallway past all the great photos of FDR on WOR and of broadcasts from Yankee Stadium in the 1930’s. In the office part with the cubicles there is a serving tray of ziti and a serving tray of chicken. When I step up to fill my plate a friendly old guy asks me my name and we get to in a very affable conversation. I know I recognize him from somewhere. He introduces himself as Kreskin. In my mind I hear myself say, “yeah, that Kreskin” How many Kreskin’s could there possibly be. This is mentalist Kreskin the great. Sweet guy! He didn’t pull anything as far as I can tell. (ROOSTER, rooster, RoOster, RRRRRooostterrrr)… where was I?
The show went great and I can tell from the CD they gave us afterwards. Joey is such a power house talker that I’ve felt a little steamrolled and anxious the last times. This time, to the contrary, I felt fun and confident and we wound up talking about all the things that I had hoped to address. We talked about The Wonderneath, The Flame-o-phone, and we performed our new song “Out Drinking.” The song went over well. Soon, I promise, I’ll get a version of this song to you. Better yet, come out and see us live and yell it out and we’ll play. Come by tonight!
After the show, Kreskin came into the booth with a big smile and congratulated us. He posed for a photo where he had his hands on my forehead in some mysterious brain-reading gesture. It was fun. We might have a monthly spot over there now. It was a damn good time.