The weird thing about most celebrities is that they're almost always way older and way shorter than you'd ever expect. That's the thing with Reg and me...oh, sure we're about 3 years younger than dirt, but no one can accuse us of being short. In heels, I come in around 6' tall...Reg is around 6"10, mind you he generally doesn't wear heels, so he hovers closer to the 6 1/2' mark.
For those of you who came out to see us play our gig at the Drake last night, thanks. We had some great support from people who called in spite of the fact they knew they wouldn't be able to make it -including our manager, Shecky Glickman and the future Mrs. Glickman. As fate would have it, they're busy lounging around on a 45' luxury yacht on the west coast enjoying some dockside cocktails.
I know we'd promised to podcast the evening at the Drake, and we had the camera all set up and ready to go. It all seemed like a no brainer. Sadly, I was too drunk, and Reg was too hepped up (whether it was excitement or the meds, I don't know...) but whatever the reason, when we checked the camera, nothing had recorded. In spite of the good intentions, we've got nothing for you.
Too bad...cuz then you could have seen the part when The Rolling Stones got up and joined us on stage for the most smoking rendition of "Suburban Gangstas" we've ever played. I thought I saw Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie in the audience...and I could swear that was Phil Spector's Chia Head in the second row. If that damned camera had only recorded, we'd all know the truth...
Well, guess you'll have to settle for our usual style podcast...too drunk and tired to do one tonight, but we'll be back real soon.