Warm, Fuzzy New Yorkers

Thank you, NY people, for filling the Knitting Factory with warm, fuzzy feelings the other night. I didn’t really know what was going to happen when I sat down to play old Throwing Muses songs (I’m confused by my relationship with Mr. Automatic Pilot), but you all made it easy.

And I got it…I don’t always. I LIKED the songs when I heard them through your filter. That’s a big, fat present- so thanks for that, too.

You even carried me through new solo songs and Appalachian folk songs I don’t know very well. You’re good listeners and sweet people. Or maybe you’re just good pals, so…here’s some warm fuzzy right back at ya.


Posted in: words on October 18, 2005