and the adventure (almost) begins...

I flew through the air today at great speeds for an hour or so, only to end up in the Philadelphia International Airport where I now await my second flight of the day to London's claustrophobia-inducing Heathrow airport.

Philadelphia doesn't seem so terrible from a sky commuter's perspective. The airport provides college students like myself with classy wi-fi free of charge, they line their terminal halls with autographed photographs of their musical claims to fame (which run surprisingly deep: Nina Simone, Jim Croce, Chubby Checker, etc.), and it generally doesn't conjure sentiments of abject nihilism like the rest of Philadelphia unavoidably does.

If you were to see me now, you would not doubt for a second my readiness to leave the debris of a crumbling America behind, if only for two short weeks.  I am wearing a pink t-shirt covered in lightning bolts which reads "BORED WITH THE USA." This fact is probably not unrelated to the extra thirty-minute search they conducted on my person at Logan Airport earlier this afternoon. Seriously, Mary (honeyoga.com) would be very confused indeed to know that a jar of her honey was x-rayed and sampled extensively for radioactive material/explosives...

Americans are so obese. I would very much like to kindly ask the gentleman sitting next to me how many chins he truly needs to get the job done. But that would be rude. 

I am so thrilled for Eburgh, it's difficult to contain the excitement. Lovely friends, amazing performers, perfect Queen's English, incomprehensible Scottish English, shortbread, whiskey, devils, musical theater: could I possibly ask for anything more?

Good question. Now that you mention, yeah, actually, I could ask for one more thing, and it is only that if you're on the correct side of the pond, you do yourself a flipping huge favor and come see the production I'll be regularly guest-performing in, "And the Devil May Drag You Under," which has been called "dark, hilarious and really rather strange," "a twisted, vaudevillian romp" and which will be presented every night from the 7th-18th at the Musical Theater @ George Square venue right at the center of it all. 

This is high camp at it's best. You will want to come. You will want to invite your friends. You will want to watch myself, Sxip Shirey, Adam Matta, Greg Walloch and many others sing to save our souls from the devil on a nightly basis. And you will thank us.

In the meantime, if you haven't already,  check out my 1st international sensation of a youtube music video for  "the anorexia song"! It is only an infinitesimal taste of the theatrical ridiculousness I am bringing to this art-freak potluck that is the Fringe Festival. Photos, stories, videos galore are sure to come, so stay tuned.

so goodbye for now, America. please try to get outside and exercise while I'm gone, okay? You're melting the fucking glaciers.