To The Other Side

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The Staying Put Tour came to a close on October 24th. Steve Heller who writes for The Atlantic was at the last show and he did a piece on me that came out today. Thanks Steve! I’m currently booking my To The Other Side Tour for the month of January. Twenty five shows in homes from NYC to San Francisco where I’m heading to develop some new work with my old friend Hubcap. Please get in touch if you’re interested in hosting the show for a night or know of someone who might be. I’m currently accepting possible host contacts for USA and anywhere in the world. Planning for the global tour has begun.

The last host’s show was set up in honor of Catman’s 100th birthday. Catman is the feline member of my hosts family. It was my very first cat birthday show but it certainly won’t be my last as I had a helluva time. There were paintings around the house of Catman, Catman balloons, and even cupcakes with Catman’s face on small paper flags sticking out of the icing. I kept looking for Catman himself. I found him later in the evening resting in the master bedroom watching CNN, perhaps he doesn’t much care for Stove Top Folk.

I really enjoyed touring NYC and I look forward to doing it again. Next time I’m hoping to  expand outwards to the five boroughs. My shopping cart Bob, named by a young lady in an audience early on, held up pretty good. My friend and collaborator Israel Collado is the 21st  century MacGyver of handy men. Seriously I once saw him fashion a phillips head screw driver out of a tablespoon of mayonnaise, a toothpick and a sewing bobbin. He turned my regular shopping cart into a bi-borough speed chariot capable of nearly all up and downs and twistabouts I encountered. My Roller Blades Fredricka and Douglas, also named by an audience child, were falling apart about half way into the trip, but I unloaded a couple tubes of super glue in the trouble spots and they were tip top once again.

I pushed Bob and bladed Fredricka and Douglas across 91 miles of Manhattan and Brooklyn, over two bridges and through 5 rain days. I wore down 3 rubber stoppers on my blades and had to change one tire. I played 29 shows in 33 days, performed for 674 people and dragged my cart up and down 16 flights of stairs. I received 9 “That’s how to travel!”s and 15 “What the fu*#!?”s as I zoomed by folks with my speedy day glow beast. I honked my clown horn and waved at over 50 befuddled children. Four people thought my name was “GIDEON.COM”, cause my sign on the side of my cart says “MYNAMEISGIDEON.COM”. I ate a shocking number of tacos and an appropriate number of dumplings. My smallest audience was 5 and my biggest audience was 53. People wrote down 150 possible house show contacts on my maps including contacts in 13 countries. I had 11 barters for CD’s and tea towels my favorite being an exchange with a cheese and charcuterie (I didn’t know what this word meant either) specialist.


I played in the homes of a vocal coach, filmmaker, tech guru, composer, docter, educator-dancer-writer, nurse-playwrite, chef, musician-movement builder, sound engineer, psychiatrist, dramatist, farmer, urban planner, artist’s assistant, hedge funder, project manager, abortion dula, director, custom chuppa…ist, radio producer, digital activist, animator, interior designer, musician actress and rock star. I couldn’t have asked for better hosts.

On this tour I got to test my limit of consecutive shows. In New Zealand I tested my physical limit with a max of 136 kilometers over 12 hours with a show at the end. That was my point. I felt that was the most I could manage in a day. In NZ I never played more then 9 shows without a showless day in between. On this last tour I played 18 shows in 17 days. After 15 I was pooped. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you know how I like to poop myself. My body felt most strange and curious at show 15. I was sitting in a chair feeling like I had no more sound left in my body, but all these people were looking at me and I was able to just dig it out. It’s the same lesson I learned on my bike on the previous tour. There is almost always a bit more. Almost always some deeper reserve to tap into. I say almost cause there is that other point of course where there is nothing left, where despite all intentions you reach and the reaching is all you have. There is nothing to grab hold of. That place is still an idea to me. I’m not sure what the value is of experiencing that feeling, not so sure I’d like to try it out…… but it does intrigue me. I want to know where my walls are.

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