Showtime was scheduled for 8:30pm. Genghis is notorious for being on schedule. The clock read 8:27pm as I left my apartment and headed up Venice Blvd. toward Fairfax Avenue [the slowest route into Hollywood] It was almost 9pm when I finally decided to stop circling the block and create my own spot in the parking lot. I shed a beam of white light around the Mighty-Mighty Escort and rushed to the door!
I asked the cutie-doorman if Jason was on. To my surprise (and the doorman's) he was "just about to start." We had a moment to talk. I asked if he'd be there Friday because I'll be playing. He knew who I was! Trip out! He had just received my website information.
Genghis Cohen serves upscale Mongolian/Chinese food. A full bar separates the performance room and the restaurant. The dark room is set up like a church - one aisle down the middle, facing the stage [altar] with benches [pews] on either side. Terry, the soundman [God] is heard but not seen! I never know if I should kneel or sit, so I just fidget. And, just like church, the last one there is stuck with the front row! Yep, that was me!