Tale of Two Four Year-olds

Oh kay. Where are we? I am home! I am back. The road was grand. I have a three way tie for best hosts on Earth award: Tyson Leslie, Kevin/Ina Steinman, and my folks. They drove me to the airport and back repeatedly. They kept me well fed and sane. I only wish I could freeload longer.

Go to Chino Latino in Minneapolis and eat their $1 happy hour tacos. You will like it. I know this because I liked it.

This tour was really about the youth demographic. KC badass/musician/host/friend Tyson Leslie's brilliant li'l four year-older and I became fast friends. Young Nathan's quote: "I'm still getting used to Zack, so I'm going to sleep in his bed tonight." I'm considering getting that tattooed on my back.

I played a friend's wedding in Omaha, and there was another equally precocious four year-older at that gig. Her name is Julia, and she told her mom that she no longer wants to marry her younger brother when she grows up. She wants to marry me. Also, she referred to me as "Zack Expert". I really hope that nickname sticks.

So what now? Bask in the glory of the adoration of four year-olds? No! Write songs! Make records! Score a movie! Do some gigs with Drake Bell! Play the Side Door in Manhattan Beach on Friday!

The Drake Bell band will play Hershey, PA at the end o' May. Last time we played there we were escorted to the front of the roller coaster lines, where we laughed at the little children who had waited patiently and feasted on their tears. Ok that's not true, I did feel a little guilty, but really enjoyed getting the bejesus scared out of me when the roller coaster took off so fast that the only tears to be feasted on were mine. The sheer velocity forced them out of my eye sockets, I wasn't crying because I was frightened, I promise.

Right before I left for the road I finished scoring three short films. When/if they are available online I'll put them up for your viewing pleasure. I finished the last one, La Pastisserie at 4:15 AM. I left with the Drake Bell band for the road fifteen minutes later.

This lack of sleep to start the tour, plus the impending doom of Swine Flu being all the rage, made for a nervous couple of days. I inherited what I call a "Swine Cold" which is still vaguely lingering two weeks later. I think I'm going to amputate my sinuses if this doesn't clear up in the next year or two.