Scranton, You Are the Bones in My Heart

Flying back from Pennsylvania, I cruised a cloud staircase that was just nutso. The floor and the ceiling looked like cauliflower. It was like "Honey I Shrunk the Kids" in a down comforter. It was breathtakingly beautiful, the perfect closer for my trip to Scranton, my hometown, my coal cracker. 

Maybe sounds emo, right? I talked a little about growing up from emo in an interview you can check out here (There's some additional press via Highway 81 Revisited also). While the interview is credited to me, the boys all did it together. I remember coming out onto the porch, yelling to Andrew on the Hammock about coming inside for the press, and, man we just beamed. I think the interview says a lot, but omits our joke that the show might be the worst part of the weekend. 

Lord it wasn't though. The show packed the Bog like it was parade day. I later learned they had to hire extra bartenders to come in. Girls were crying, taking selfies, people were climbing the walls, I even saw some of our t-shirts from 2007. Doorman said 163 people came, man. Crazy. (Also check out opening band Pity Party. They rip.)

We opened with our cover of Anthems for a 17 year Old Girl, which really dripped with more meaning. "Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that." 

Me and the people I'll be in the old folks home with

Me and the people I'll be in the old folks home with

 

Then there was my solo show called "My Billions. Mine." which I performed at the beautiful Radisson Hotel for the Scranton Fringe Festival. 

The perfect setting for a billionaire to host his high school reunion. 

The perfect setting for a billionaire to host his high school reunion. 


More great press too! I got a full page write up in the Times Leader, and NEPA Scene published this little "letter to the editor" gag. Huge thanks to the Scranton Fringe Festival. This was their inaugural year and I'm very psyched to have been part of the weirdness they brought to the city. I mean, I threw pizzas all over a national monument in a fake-ish mustache. I'll have some videos of that real soon. Until then, here's a picture from a preview. 

1826 billionaires, and I'm one of them. 

1826 billionaires, and I'm one of them. 

While I was home, my dad told me over hibachi something very poignant: everything beautiful has backbone. You need to have "bones in your heart." Only Delfor Salazar could drop casual wisdom like that over hibachi

Scranton, damn, you are the bones in my heart.