What the hell is this place?
I love my fans in Long Island. They rule. I told them tonight that if one more person “not there to see me” tells them to sit down during my show, to tell them that you are conveniently putting your ass at their head level to be kissed. Also, thanks to the venue for the bag of Pirates Booty and Potato Chips for our tour rider and rudely telling us we couldn’t even take pictures or video of ourselves for tour documenting. Oh well. Next time we will play the club down the street. Or a parking lot. Anthing would be better. Fans before anything. BW and the BW
