Come With Me

26 degrees in New York. I leave at dawn.

Now, at last, I can wear my billowing black cape.

It has been centuries since I have roamed Manhattan at night… my buddy Lestat will be playing drums at the show. He looks great. A little pale, but victims come in droves so he and I are eating well. If you are in the mood, I’m playing at The Cutting Room on the 25th… an appropriate venue for our kind.

 

 

 

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