There were two acts before me. The second one featured two guys sitting at a makeshift table, amplifying power tools and a sewing machine.
These guys had a great Singer.
Of course I forgot to ask anybody to take pictures of me, but I sang a few songs with my ukulele. My vocal mic didn't work, but I just rolled with it: it's not hard to find comedy in my music career. The young aesthetes of Chicago welcomed me warmly.
Then Bob got up and did a blistering set of improvised solo electric guitar, which brought down the house and got several encores. As you can see, there was video projection, which I think young people require these days in order to focus for more than 30 seconds.
Then we went to a party across town. By the time we got back on the road, we were so beat we just stopped at the first hotel we found... a fancy-schmantsy new Radisson. The clerk was awesome: she took one look at the two raggedy musicians dragging ass into the lobby and gave us a super cheap rate.
And today we drove back. I am exhausted. Practice with the Glimmer Blinkken tonight.