The Hell’s Eve show at Club TRiP in Santa Monica was one of those wild adventures that, if you were one of the lucky few to attend, you will probably be telling your grand-children about. I performed the second half of the show as Michael Phelps: including speedo, shiny
jacket, 8 gold medals, swim cap, goggles, and removal of most of my body hair. I take my Halloween costumes very seriously! Through out the night I gave away my gold medals to fans and friends for best costume, most energy, and biggest support. Even my drummer, Dylan, got one for commitment to excellence, as he had the unfortunate position of staring at my green speedo covered butt all night… but I digress.
The show was a huge hit for those who attended and I know I made a few new fans. The improv songs were, as usual, silly and fun – “The ladies just don’t know who Burt Reynolds is anymore…” and “Waves Against the Shore.” Weird suggestions, but I made the most of them.
Those who stayed until the final song witnessed me removing my jacket, throwing off my last 2 medals, and playing “Mercy” in just my speedo. Some people might call me crazy, or even drunk, but in reality I make myself vulnerable every night on stage by pouring my heart into the true stories I tell with my music. I figure, shirt or no shirt,
you really can’t get any more naked than that anyway.
The Hell’s Eve show at Club TRiP in Santa Monica was one of those wild adventures that, if you were one of the lucky few to attend, you will probably be telling your grand-children about. I performed the second half of the show as Michael Phelps: including speedo, shiny jacket, 8 gold medals, swim cap, goggles, and removal of most of my body hair. I take my Halloween costumes very seriously! Through out the night I gave away my gold medals to fans and friends for best costume, most energy, and biggest support. Even my drummer, Dylan, got one for commitment to excellence, as he had the unfortunate position of staring at my green speedo covered butt all night… but I digress.
The show was a huge hit for those who attended and I know I made a few new fans. The improv songs were, as usual, silly and fun – “The ladies just don’t know who Burt Reynolds is anymore…” and “Waves Against the Shore.” Weird suggestions, but I made the most of them.
Those who stayed until the final song witnessed me removing my jacket, throwing off my last 2 medals, and playing “Mercy” in just my speedo. Some people might call me crazy, or even drunk, but in reality I make myself vulnerable every night on stage by pouring my heart into the true stories I tell with my music. I figure, shirt or no shirt, you really can’t get any more naked than that anyway. 
