Anchorage is one of my favorite gigs. Alaskans are insane and everyone there, myself included, drinks too much. Especially considering this is May and their summer lasts about 9 minutes.
I had bad heart palps before last nights show. When the palps kick in, and out, I get faint. They usually kick in, continue for 2 hours then kick out. Last night they started 20 minutess before I hit the stage. they kicked in and out 7 times during my set. I thought I might die. if I have to die in stage, this is the gig to do it at.
Apparently the word "eskimo isn't PC. ative". They prefer the term "NI was tanked one night, turned to a Native and said, "Are you an eskimo, I've never kissed an Eskimo before." (I am clearly a wordsmith). This earned me a little lip service. My friend told me I could have scored some eskimo pie if I'd wanted it I guess I didn't want it bad enough.
I also met a man missing half his left arm and half his right leg. I have no idea how he lives in such a harsh climate sans limbs. He's a better man than I am.
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