Tonight I played the Laugh Factory for the first time. If you have not been there, this former pre-Giuliani go-go club still looks like the real thing. The red, black and mirrored interior sports flashing lights and if you use your imagination you can imagine eight balls being snorted off ladies of the evening by wyaward business types- the way 42nd used to roll. The room was awesome and I got a willing audience member to capture my moment on the stage.
Somehow this shot reminds me that I need to get back to writing this blog. Maybe its the rainbow...
