Hey Kid...

Shining a laser pointer on stage during our performance?

Seriously?

What is it, 1998?

Douche-tard...

To the Children That Were in the Audience Tonight

You may very well have saved my career.

Especially you, kid-who-played-air-guitar-during-my-number.

Thank you.

Whew! (Whew! Whew!)

It was a Sunday and we were performing a show just like any other. Little did I know that I was about to experience one of the most touching moments of my career thus far, if not the cutest.

The lead-in to the bazooka number (yes, you read that right) is performed by yours truly and is probably best described as a brief lapse into my own little world. My crazy, somewhat violent, little world...

Anyhoo, this fit of madness ends in me tiring myself out, a loud "whew!" and a sniffle.

All of this, I am told, is quite funny.

But on this particular night, the "whew!" wasn't just met with the regular laughs. There were at least four kids in the audience who thought I was funny and/or awesome enough to immediately mimic with "whew!"s of their own.

Outstanding!

Bazooka! Bazooka! Bazooka!