As we rolled into Boston, we couldn't help but feel slightly paranoid that Celtics fans were going to find out we are from Los Angeles and string us up by our toes and beat us with a stick. Not that Bostonians are violent but, I'm just sayin'. Case in point, the first person who paid to get into our show was wearing a shirt stating, "I Hate L.A.". We kept our mouths shut and played the music and that worked out well for us. In fact, several of us felt it was the best Boston show to date. The room was full and I saw a couple of people singing along throughout the set. What an amazing compliment, you made my day, thank you.
After the show, we drove to Robert Cappadona's folks home and I kid you not, at midnight, they greeted us with hugs and kisses and had the table set for a full Italian meal and I'm talking goodfellas style. It was one of the most touching and heartfelt experiences to date. His 96 year old grandma made her homemade Manicotti and it was like eating gold. Homemade Ravioli, meatballs, it was like nothing we'd ever tasted. Great, great people, thank you Cappadona's, thank you with all of our hearts!