2001-09-17 - 3:17 p.m.
Greetings from San Fransisco. I'm sitting in a little cyber cafe on Valencia. Great show last night. A guy tried to out scat me last night. In other words, he started scatting loudly at the same time I did. I yelled "Hey start your own fucking band." He kept scatting. People in the crowd yelled at him to shut up. He kept scatting. Finally I got out of my chair, walked over to him and much to the delight of the audience, put my hand over his mouth and dragged his ass out of the club. Then I walked back through the bar, scatting happily and finished the song. Hurray.
