Waiting Room

Killing time before doing a live radio session for Seattle's KEXP radio station. The performance was recorded in a TV studio in Austin, hence the unusual green room.

 

Completely unrelated, but here's a little story for you. The night before this was taken, I was enjoying a glass of beer with a couple of my colleagues in a Mexican restaurant a few miles from downtown Austin. A rather large and drunk lady approached me and asked, "Did you see that guy whaling on me?". Mustering up my finest clipped English accent, I replied: "I'm terribly sorry, could you repeat that". She seemed a little taken aback. "Say, you're not from round here, are you. Where are y'all from?"

"Um, I'm from I'm England," I countered,"and these two gentleman are Danish."

"England! Alright!! So what language do you speak over there?"

"English," I replied brightly.

She swayed slightly, seemingly deep in thought.

"I see... Broken English, though, right?"

 

I'll leave the rest of the conversation to your imagination.

Done