Ballroom dancers opened for us, and we played to a great crowd. The organizers kept having Duke draw names for a give away, which I think by the third interruption of the show, started to wear thin on him. We played two shows and then headed to the best hotel ever.
I don't usually write about where we stay, but this place was awesome. The Canfield, a hotel where nothing, and I mean nothing, has been changed since 1974. Our room had shag carpet, gold leaf covered pictures of tigers, designer chairs from '68, and much, much more. On the headboard sat a two-and-a-half foot tall black ceramic panther next to a used urn. Awesome.
