There isn't really enough for
a Road Penn, but things are building up that I want to
report. We're killing in Frisco. We're selling like crazy.
All the radio and TV is paying off and we also got great
reviews. The Curran Theater is great. I'm at an hotel next
door that's under renovation, and it's really wonderful. I
have a huge room, and a gym just a few floors down (the
other hotel was dumpy and had no gym). So, I'm doing the
show and playing my bass before every show.
The gun trick is odd here. It's just weird. The crowd
seems to really cheer all the Constitution stuff in "Flag,"
but, of course, the Liberal crowd doesn't really want to
believe that the Second Amendment counts. I ask for someone
who knows guns and they act like it's a joke. It's like,
"Who would know guns?" A guy was up who said he was NRA and
they hissed him. They really did. How goofy is that? SF
audiences are also vocal. There's always someone yelling
"fire" when they see fire, and "No Smoking" when Teller
comes out with a cigarette. That's not as common other
places. We had a drunken female cop for "Bullet" on opening
night. She was awful. Just awful. If a woman raises her
hand and says she a police officer, I just pull her up and
don't even think. Maybe I need to think. She was really
wasted. I got a lot of laughs and we got through it thanks
to "Mr. NRA" who was just perfect, he was wonderful.
Last night was star-studded. We had Ricky Jay and Robin
Williams. Robin got stuck signing autographs with me for
most of the after-show. He really couldn't get away. I half
remembered a story Teller told me about Houdini signing an
autograph, and then another magician signed and Houdini took
the playbill back and added "Witness" under the other guy's
name. I made up the details and told the story to Robin.
It probably wasn't even Houdini.
My buddies Colin and Nell and their family came up for
Thanksgiving and Krasher and his wife had a great spread.
I'm right in Union Square so there's lot of walking around
and drinking coffee. It's a good run. I'm seeing lots of
my buddy, James, and listening to a lot of music.
This is a Road Penn with no point and no punchline, but I
felt I needed to get one out of the way. The gun stuff here
in SF is also really wacky and should be reported.
