I was supposed to try and cross two coneys off my list yesterday--Tom Z's in Flint and Lafayette in Detroit--but then I thought that I didn't really want to eat a bunch of coneys before standing on the floor at the double-bill show of The Gaslight Anthem and The Hold Steady.
A most excellent idea, as it turned out. Unrestrained by the weight of coneys, I was able to scream for three hours. But I am off to Duluth in the next week, and it turns out there are coneys in Duluth! They were brought there by a Greek immigrant. Raise your hand if you're surprised.
Put your hand down.
