Good Morning, Baltimore.

My old friend, artist and singer-songwriter Linda Smith, who I played with in my first band in the mid-80s, The Woods, went to see a licensed production of LIZZIE in Baltimore last night and sent me a note this morning to say that she thought it was excellent. (It got great reviews.) Linda hadn’t seen the show before, and for years I’ve wondered what she would think of it. I was playing with Linda when I first started writing songs. I looked up to her and probably imitated her more than I knew at the time.

She told me that this production was in an old warehouse full of lots of artist studios, and she sent a couple photos of the venue and set that she took before the show. They reminded me of the old days at the Pyramid Club, all that performance art and drag shows — theater — with a DIY punk aesthetic.

So many circles overlapping: Linda, Baltimore, the Pyramid Club, this exact moment in my career. I don’t suppose it will ever not be awesome knowing that there are all these productions of our show happening everywhere on just about any given day, so many that there’s no way we can see them all, but I kinda wish I’d gotten on a train and gone down to Baltimore to see this one!