TUESDAY, THURSDAY HAPPY DAYS
TAIL END OF THE LONDON TOUR JOURNAL -- EDINBURGH, GALWAY & READING / LEEDS TO COME!

On Tuesday, Jena and I performed at a "Pink Dinner" party (well, Jena performed, I got food poisoning or a 24 hour flu bug, not sure which). The audience wasn't paying much attention (all girls, all drunk) so we mostly just performed for each other and the camera, and took our goodie bags (with free vibrators) and skedaddled. Here is the evidence in a series of photos taken by comedian and host of the evening and our dashing and delightful new pal, Tom Webb.

On Wednesday, due to the mysterious infection I picked up which I begged Jesus wasn't swine flu, I fluctuated between vomiting, feeling like vomiting, and laying in bed going, "Ooooohhhhh" while fretfully dreaming of cheap health insurance. I stayed in bed all day until about 7 PM and finally pulled myself out only to see Reggie Watts's show at The Soho Theatre. I'm glad I went, he was terrific as ushe, and I've never seen him do a full hour show, so it was a rare treat.


Reggie at Soho Theatre

We went dancing afterwards at The Hideaway but I was so overcome with sickness that I couldn't keep up the charade any longer (or the sha-rod as they pronounce it here) so I had to go home and immediately to bed. My sweet dear friend Sarah put me in a cab and took me home and Reggie took my suitcase for me. I am so glad, and lucky to have such good friends here in the UK. I only hope that I'm not just good for a smart-assed comment that comes out of my mouth when one is needed, and that I am as good as a friend as mine are to me, when it comes down to it.

On Thursday, I woke up around 9 am by the screaming monkey children who were also staying in the home I was staying in, but it didn't matter because I had a renewed lease on life and a feeling of well-being like I've never felt. I was so glad to simply not be sick that feeling normal felt like a super power. (True fact.) I got up and read and wrote and had a productive morning, followed by Jena and I getting up and taking a day trip adventure into Islington. We walked down the street observing the beautiful little neighborhood and I remembered the few memories I have of Angel Islington were 1) a very famous London male comedian notorious for loving the ladies inviting me to his apartment in Angel late one night, even offering to send a taxi to get me and bring me to his house for late night fun times which I didn't take him up on only because I thought it would be a better story to have been able to say "I said no!", and 2) sleeping over at another male comedian's house there by choice because I really had no place else to go, in a fancy home that he was house sitting and going to bed around 3 am but hearing them stay up all night long, and when I woke at 11 am, they were in the same place I'd left them, doing the same thing I'd left them to do.

As Jena and I were walking down the street, a derelict man jumped out at us and made some kind of accusatory "Ha!" sound at us, to which Jena responded by stopping short and the two of our crazy-sensing antennae, identifying an "off the chart" specimen, sent us reeling around and in the opposite direction, squealing with schoolgirl giddyishness that you might hear if two teens saw a bug. We hid in a bakery until we thought the coast was clear and then as we watched him get on a bus headed in the opposite direction, peace filled our hearts.

Thursday night we walked to Hackney from Islington, a good 40 minute walk. Jena and I shared observations about the good London people as we walked. For example, they always use the word "Circus" for things that are neither circuses nor even remotely relating to fun. Not that I consider a circus a good time, but at least there could be an event of some kind, which there isn't. Not one horse, not one elephant, not one clown nor naked lady. A circus, in England, appears to be a building, or a street, with regular people doing regular things. They use it in such a hum drum fashion, I think that in England, circus, in fact, means "street" or "place".

Another observation is that Londoners don't seem to know the city very well. One in ten people we asked for directions (we had to ask that many to get to where we wanted to go) would stop, think for a good 2 minutes, make some "hmmm" noises, scratch their heads, tap their chins, look up at the sky, and then reply, "Nye...nye....don't think yeh can get thah from hair, got'a take-a toube." We don't mind walking, we'd insist. "Oh, but it'll take ya twent-ay mi-ites to woulk from hair." It's ok, we'd say. We can walk. The other 9 would do the first part with the hmmming and the scratching and then say, "Sorr-ayyy, eh deun't kneuw."

I don't mean to mock the English because in general I think they are bright, funny, friendly, fun people and I actually kind of love and slightly envy their accents. But it's fun to make fun of people who are different than you are, admit it. They make fun of us too, the way we pronounce words, our awful accents (imagine!) and how we don't know how to use our phones properly.

It's a tie. A battle of humanity. It's fun!


Not sure if it's accidental or purposeful, but it's a simple truth of life...


like, "cake is good" and "magic is real"...


the brits are inherently funny people.

We finally made it to Comedy at the Cat (Cat & Mutton) which is a show our wonderful new friend Tom runs upstairs (imagine -- comedy for once UPSTAIRS in an attic instead of DOWNSTAIRS in a basement) every Thursday night at 8. Evidence of that adventure HERE.

We had a great time at the show and Tom got us sufficiently drunk before luring us off to a shady burger joint around the corner and stuffing our faces full of bean veggie burgers and potato wedges. We landed at the Dolphin pub and strangers rallied around us to dance with us (all female). I made a joking v fingers to the eyes signal at some scary-ish looking guy across the room and he flashed me back a gang sign. We left shortly thereafter and jumped onto a bus, which took us to Walthamstow, the part of town we're staying in. Another thing about Londoners -- they all dis eachother's hoods. Where are you going? Hackney. Why would you want to go to Hackney? Where are you going? Walthamstow? Walthamstow? That's like the Bronx of London. What are you doing there? Where are you going? Brixton. Brixton? Why on earth would you be going to Brixton? That part of town is so shady! Etc. etc. Perhaps I named the three worst parts of London just then and that is why they're being disclaimed but I've enjoyed myself loads in all three spots, and if it is the Bronx, the Harlem and the Bedsty of London, well, perhaps I'm hanging out in the wrong neighborhoods in NYC.

Today is FRIDAY and it's a humdinger. I've got 3 shows tonight in Brixton (the Bedsty of London), Soho (the East Village-ish of London) and Leicester Square (the Times Square of London). One is at the world famous Comedy Store, so I'm excited about that one, the other two are going to be fun as well. Details are to the right column of this blog entry if you'd like to attend, but in general:

8 PM -- Soho Comedy Club
11 PM -- Brixton's Prince Albert's Pub
1 AM -- The Comedy Store

So perhaps I'll see ya there and if not I'll write about it here tomorrow or Sunday.

Saturday I'll be at Duckie in Vauxhall and then Sunday I'll be in Scotland. Recovering and then immediately getting ready for the next leg of this trip, which is a week longer than the London leg has been.


I miss my kitty.

UK press gives Jessica Delfino (a little piece-a) press!!

Check out what THE GUARDIAN said about good ol' J-Del, HERE

The past few nights Jena and I have been wandering around London during the day and then
doing little shows here and there at night.

Last night we did a show called Porthole Comedy, a fun and packed room with Reginald D.
Hunter supposedly headlining, but we had to run off for another adventure so we didn't get
to stick around to see him wow the crowd.

The Old Rope show followed at Phoenix bar, a show where comedians hold onto a noose to try out old material,
(so the audience knows it's old and don't laugh as much) but are encouraged to mostly
just try out new material. Jena and I didn't get to perform on that show but were treated
to a terrific 45 minute Edinburgh preview show and a nice time hanging out with pals
Nick Doody, Matt Kirshen and others.

After Old Rope we stumbled over to some underground bar to celebrate
Reggie Watts's first night at Soho Theatre. We stayed up late into the night gobbling hummus
and potatoes and other treats and Jena and I somehow made it home using public transportation
at around 4:30 am, though the tube stops running at about midnight.

Tonight we went to a show with comedian friend Tom Webb called "Pink Dinner" in which just about
everything on the menu was pink, and after dinner, drinks and desert, we were treated to a vibrator
demonstration and then given a free $185 sex toy called "The Sassy". Isn't that the name of the
motorized lawn-mower type car thingy that the elderly use to get around grocery stores? Oh, no --
that's "The Jazzy" I think.

We've got just a few nights left in London. We're going to see Reggie's show tomorrow night at the Soho Theatre,
which is on until Aug 8, Thurs we're at Comedy at the Cat, then Friday Jena leaves to go shoot a feature
film in Florence, Italy and I go to do spots in Brixton at Prince Albert's Pub and later at The Comedy Store.
Saturday, I am going to perform at Duckie and Sunday I head to Edinburgh, where my show will be every night
from Aug 6-25 at Jekyll and Hyde Pub at 9:55 (21:55) PM. It's a FREE show!

Hope to see you there!!

INDIE GHETTO

Indie Ghetto is comprised of a fun gang of fellas who like to video tape indie musicians playing r&b and hip hop songs all hipster-fied in front of gnarly NYC and ghetto landscapes.

This is my version of "I Can't Wait" by Nu Shooz. The lyrics are a little wrong and there's a flub or two, but here it is. I sing it to you using my flying V pink ukulele, as I sit on a bike in front of a...guy...



If you haven't actually heard the original song ever, check it out -- it's one of the coolest songs ever. They even find a way to incorporate horns and make it sound really cool.



It's definitely got that 80s kitsch dance factor that makes it truly irresistible. My version doesn't do it justice. This is a song that was really meant to just stay as is. But I couldn't help myself. It was an homage to a song I love!!

TONITE is my LAST show at Soho Theatre in London. Every show has been GREAT. I've had a terrific time and amazing audiences. Jena has had great sets here as well. I will MISS the Soho. But I'll be back next week to see Reggie Watts!!!

Adventures In London

TOUR JOURNAL Part 3: Hangin' around London

When Jena and I aren't on stage at the Soho Theatre, we walk around and take London in, do a little shopping, and perform in other little shows here and there. (Though we so far spend the majority of our time at Tesco Metro, oogling over and then purchasing their hummus, veggies and grainy bread selection.)



These are two gentlemen that we met at a little show Jena did in the basement of a bar in Soho. The one on the left was the "compare" (which is what Londoners call the emcee or host) and the one on the right was Jason Blackwell, a sweet fella who had just started doing comedy.


It says "No Smoking" on the tube but we're so hot we can't help it!

One thing I love about London are the signs. The way the English speak is terrifically hilarious to me and other dopey Americans, trompling over here, pointing out language and things that are totally normal to them and snickering at their colloquialisms.

Our leaving route signs say "EXIT", where theirs seem to offer a more philosophical approach:



There's always a way out of every hot, smelly situation.

I like the Brits signs and language in general. They're not afraid to speak frankly, in conversation or in advertising. They will even use sex to sell a salad!





These are two blokes who Jena knew -- Matt Kirsher and Nick Doody. This was the tail end of the after party for their new BBC radio show, "Bigipedia". They live in a part of town called Crouch End, where all the comedians live, the Astoria of London.

As you can see by all the bottles and cans, we had a lot of fun.

More pics and adventures to come!

LONDONERS

Come on by tonight and see my comedy music show, "MORE Dirty Folk Rock" at Soho Theatre, 21 Dean St. Just three nights left!! Jena Friedman opens.

10 PM sharp, show runs 55 minutes long.

Hope to see ya there!

Jessica Delfino Tour Journal

LATITUDE FEST: PART 2

Let's pick up where we left off and start this entry off right -- with Stuckey's make over!!


The Masters of Ceremony

These two fellas trotted over to us as we lounged on these nice stretchy chairs overlooking the dyed sheep and told us they were information people -- their job was to school us on the goings on of the festival. They took out a program book that was thicker than War and Peace and told us some fun thing to do and see. Somehow, that turned into a Stuckey make over.


Stuckey strips









Complete!

The finished result was Stuckey meets Marty McFly / a 50s greaser-esque school boy look.

The fellas were so pleased with their work they took off and left the program novel behind! It was a lucky score as those things were 8 pounds a piece, and even though we were in them, performers still had to buy one of these lovely commemorative books if they wanted one.

We picked it up planning to give it back if we ran into them again, but alas, never did.

The festival set up seating around the perimeter of the Obelisk (main) stage in case anyone wanted to lounge with a beer. We had to buy these 2 pound cups in order to drink beer on the premises as no bottles or cans were permitted, but could return them to get a refund. Of course, I wasn't able to return mine before I left. (I knew that would happen!)



Every so often, these dark scary clouds would roll in like rif raf, watching for some umbrella-less group to piss down on. We were pretty well prepared with ponchos and umbrellas, and Mrs. Murray (aka Jules) was the organized girl scout type who encouraged us in a stern, passionate and motherly fashion to get some rain boots for the festival. In the UK, they are called "Wellies". The fellas picked theirs up at the Army/Navy tent (yeah -- there was an Army/Navy tent) but I opted for a more colorful pair. "I'll be back -- I'm gonna go buy a pair with hearts and glitter on them," I said. I took a short walk looking for some Wellies with a Delfino flair to them, and lo and behold, I FOUND A PAIR WITH HEARTS AND GLITTER ON THEM!!!


Clouds of doom (another terrific band name)



Pretty!

The festival producers were amazing. I'd like to take a minute to give a shout out to Tania Harrison, Caroline Wellock and Tania's assistant Stephanie for running this ship so tightly and organized I was literally marveling every two minutes at some great little comfort or touch. For example, they had a rehearsal tent for performers to use to prepare for our sets, head light contraptions to wear so you could see around your tent at night or find your way to the toilet in the dark, rolls and rolls of TP (the bathrooms never ONCE ran out), drinking water faucets, wooden utensils and those "plastic-esque" cups made out of corn that are recyclable, sockets for use to charge electronics and more. They even had performer meal tickets so that we could eat a free hot meal once or twice a day.



A proper English breakfast of eggs, toast with butter & jam, (vegetarian!) sausage, tomato (which they pronounce toe-mahhh-to), tea and juice

The site was huge and spanned acres and acres. On the other side of the performances area, there was a part called "The Woods" which was like the outskirts where all the weekend campers and festival goers who weren't performers or employees pitched a literal city of tents, hang outs, bars, stores and parties. There were tents full of purses, jewelry, clothing, food, instruments, and any other thing you could have wanted to buy. There were even racks and racks of crazy costume clothing, wedding dresses and hats. So as you can imagine, there were lots of folks wearing wacky looking get ups and walking around for the pure sake of being a spectacle.

Some freakish looking chaps I met:



There was the bobby cop guy



Bird man



And this guy who was just an employee but with his striking beard and hair he resembled a goat human to me and I insisted he pose for a photo. He said, "Last time I did this I ended up on a video on Youtube." I laughed nervously and said, oh, heh heh...well, I would never put you on the internet like that. He said he didn't mind if I did though, so I will hold him to that.

I saw so many great acts -- comedians, cabaret, musicians, films, rock bands etc. Many times I'd wander into a tent and just see something great. I didn't even know what I was seeing. Next year, they should have some kind of sign up, even a chalk board or just a piece of paper with the person's name on it so people know who they are seeing.

The highlights of the festival for me were performing at the poetry tent which must have had about 600 people in it. I went up before Jeffrey Lewis, a musician pal of mine from NYC, and wasn't sure what to expect, performing in a poetry tent, not being a poet. But the audience literally SCREAMED with laughter and delight. OK, sure, it was 11 PM on a Saturday night and everyone was totally smashed which definitely helped the cause, but it was literally THE BEST set I have ever experienced anywhere, ever.

Other delights were seeing GRACE JONES who literally rocked my face off. She must be over 60 and still kickin' it so hard core. She had some crazy get up on which framed her perfect ass and changed hats for every song, and when I say "hat" I don't mean your typical baseball cap -- she'd put on the craziest space aged looking head gear she could find, and sing her heart out. She was, in a word, AWESOME.

I had the greatest time ever. Saturday night, the performer tent erupted into a huge dance party and we danced until the wee hours. The next morning, Stuckey and the Murrays left early. I had one set left at 6 PM in the comedy tent. It went OK, barring some technical difficulties and a tired, festivaled out crowd. Still, I sold about 20 CDs and even signed autographs. I was just wondering how I was going to get home when pal Jack Lewis said a guy had offered him a ride back to London but he couldn't accept it cause he wanted to stick around a bit longer. I did some research and found it was my friend Olly the Octopus from London! I called him and got a RIDE ALL THE WAY HOME, to my friend Marisa's place in London. It was a MIRACLE.

All in all, the festival was a perfect time and I am so honored and thrilled I got to be a part of it.



Me, utterly enjoying myself

First Official Entry of UK TOUR DIARY!!

Today is July 21, 2009 -- This entry covers the first day or two of the tour, Wed July 15 and Thurs July 16...

I'm writing from blimey Londontown in the wee hours of the morning, from the second floor of a three story haunted artist haven / friend's home I'm staying in. The man who lived here before her...DIED!

It's a beautiful place with amazing trimmins and fireplaces and windows and a large very british looking garden and a big fat black cat that comes to visit mysteriously seeking vittles. There is a super creepy rape alley behind the place though that I have to walk down to get to and from the overground (train) but I always have my rape whistle handy so I should be okay.

I left for the UK on Wed at 6 from JFK. I had a crummy experience at the check-in booth -- my suitcase was 85 lbs (too heavy) so they tried to charge me $300 extra. Sounds reasonable, right? The deal is -- if you have a suitcase that is 50 pounds, you're fine. If you have a suitcase that is 50 pounds and then a second suitcase that is also 50 pounds or less, they charge $50. But if you have one suitcase that is 85 pounds, go *$&( yourself, mister. You're walking to the UK. Or you're paying an extra $300.

I amazingly, luckily was able to round up another suitcase and split my stuff into two suitcases. I met up with Stuckey & Murray and Mrs. Murray and they were amazing and cool, helping me unpack and repack my suitcase into the new case and sticking things into their own suitcases because the barking dude was threatening to have a yard sale outside with my belongings. The rest of the flight, with the exception of boarding a little behind schedule and a woman and a man getting into a very loud verbal altercation behind us was without incident. The yelling match was comical and uncomfortable. It went a little like this:

WOMAN: Do not try to cut in front of me or I will call security.
MAN: I'm not trying to cut in front of you.
WOMAN: I know what you're trying to do. Security!
MAN: I'm not doing anything wrong!

And then the best line of the year:

WOMAN: God bless you. Because he knows what you are.

I don't really know what it is that she meant he was, but I will never forget the line as long as I live.

LATITUDE FESTIVAL

We arrived at Heathrow at 7 am and took a train to a train to a train to a train to a bus a bus to the festival. It was a long journey, me now dragging 2 suitcases instead of one, and we got in around 4 or 5 pm. Thankfully, I had the awesome Stuckey and the terrific Murrays to help me along.


Arduous journey


All our stuff and people, including DJ, our new pal we met on the train

When we got to the festival, our tents were already set up, and next to each other which was awesome, and also across from the performer food / bar and next to the hot showers.

The festival spanned a few acres on a beautiful stretch of grass and trees known as Henham Park. The bus driver told us that the park belonged to an Australian man who didn't care to deal with it so he just let the locals run the space and have events and do stuff on it. There was also a bed and breakfast on the premises. But who needs a b&b when ya got a sweet tent? Or a fat tour bus like Grace Jones or Pretenders? (Both of whom performed at the fest!)



Arrived!

Thursday:

We were so wiped out when we arrived, we pretty much just got a six pack of beer and walked around checking out the grounds before hitting the sack pretty early. It was nice to see the grounds all fresh and untarnished, waiting for the 30,000 or so people to show up and wreck it with fun and drunken times.


Floating stage

Thursday was pretty much just a "show up and chill out before the shit hits the fan" kind of a day.


Untainted main stage

The festival had a collection of sheep grazing near the lighted trees, the sheep were dyed hot pink and bright green. Some festival employees told us they dunked them into a dunker of dye to get them to be that color but I don't know if it is true or not, because they seemed high. They gave Stuckey a make-over which I will post photos of later!


Pink sheep! (Sounds like a band)

I was tickled to see we each had dressing "rooms" (trailers) with fridges stocked with booze, beer and wine, snacks and sodas, a big lighted mirror, a little couch and other comforts. This continued for each set we did -- a sweet trailer stocked with booze and snacks and our names on the door. It was a nice touch!


Latitude Festival knows that booze helps prevent boos


Who put champagne and vodka on my rider? Give them a raise!


Another nice gesture

This entry is already long enough and I have to wake up early for tech rehearsal -- my show is opening at Soho Theatre, 21 Dean Street, tomorrow at 10 PM.

More later!

D-Day

Today is departure day. I will be catching an airplane (I'm just gonna go down and stick my
thumb out) to London where I will then take a train to upstate England somewhere and then
hop on a bus to the Latitude Festival. This is just like that movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles
starring Steve Martin and John Candy.


My preferred way to travel

My cell phone will still be working so if you are a friend, booker or member of the press who
needs to contact me, feel free to call my cell number if you have it. If you don't have it, please
email me and ask me for it.

For press inquiries, you may also contact:

Jennifer Hanson
gimmemedia@gmail.com
www.gimmemedia.com

If she's not available, don't worry, operators are standing by.


My assistant, hard at work

What else, what else?

All the shows I'm doing are listed on the right hand side of this beeyotch. If you have any cool friends in England, Ireland or Scotland, spread the word that Delfino's comin' to town. I want to meet fun people and have adventures! If you ARE a cool person in England, Ireland or Scotland, well, what are you waiting for? Get in touch and tell me where to buy the coolest
stuff, drink the yummiest beverages, and a few underground secrets. Email me at jessdelfino@yahoo.com.

I'll be updating my blog with fun videos, pictures and tour diaries, so check back soon!!!

Delicious Home-Made Faux-Meat Shepherd's Pie Recipe

This is inspired by a blurb I dropped on Facebook which resulted in part is it cool to be vegetarian-or-not debate, part goof-off, part cooking chat. One person inquired about my recipe, so here it is.

It's a good recipe. I love Shepherd's pie and it's one thing I miss, being a vegetarian, but the alternative I came up with makes
a great second choice and satisfies my cravings.

If you've never had Shepherd's Pie before, it's basically a mashed potatoes, meat and corn lasagna-type or casserole kind of dish. Layers of yum.

I make a very, very simple Shepherd's Pie. I use home-made mashed potatoes made from new red potatoes as the crust.

Basically, I start by washing the potatoes well and cutting them into quarters, leaving the skin on. I put them in a large pot of boiling water. While they are boiling, I get to work on the "meat". Since I don't eat meat, I instead either use Morning Star fake meat crumbles which are wicked fuckin' good, or I get canned fake duck from my local faux-dega (chinese corner store). I get 2 cans at about $1.40 a pop. The duck has to be cooked separately in its' own pan, first. I drain the water and cut it up into smaller pieces, then dump it in the pan with a little olive oil, a little brown sugar, a little salt and pepper and squeeze o lemon. I let it fry up for awhile until it's brown and crispy. By then, the potatoes are boiled, so I drain the water out of those and mash 'em up, adding a little rice milk (I don't drink straight cow boob juice, though I can't abandon cheese just yet), a little salt, a few tablespoons of olive oil, and tons of fresh ground pepper.

Next, I get out the ol' rectangular lasagna pan, though a round or square one will do just fine! I line the pan with mashed potatoes like I'm making a pie crust. I then put the duck down on the bottom of the pie layer. I add a thick layer of nuts -- almonds do okay, walnuts, or mixed crumbled nuts. Peanuts suck and I try to never, ever eat them whole or in pieces, under any circumstances (though I can't get enough peanut butter, reeses pieces, peanut butter m&ms, peanut butter cookies or brownies, etc. I also love peanut sauce used in thai cooking, but McDonald's sundaes with peanuts can go take a flying fuck, and in general I try to never, ever eat at McDonalds) but they'll work for this if that's all you have or if you love them.

Next, on top of the mashed potatoes, fake duck or Morning Star crumbles and nuts, I add a handful of cheese, sprinkled on so it will melt down and into the yummy goodness. I cover the bastard up with a final layer of mashed potatoes, sprinkle some more fresh ground pepper on top of that bitch and stick in the oven to bake for about half an hour at 350 degrees.

While it's baking, I make up a pitcher of pineapple margaritas or extra filthy dirty olive martinis and I drink a tasty cold beverage while I'm waiting for dinner to finish.

Huzzah!

UK TOUR DATES ANNOUNCED and SKITS'N'TITS LINE UP

THIS WED, July 8th: Walk, don't run for the July version of Skits'N'Tits! We've pulled out all the plugger thingies for this episode, and are going to knock your socks off your feet and onto your hands with this killer line up:

Carla Rhodes, Laura Kraft, Chi-Ciones, Joe Pera, Rev Jen, Dominique Trixx, Ben Lerman, Mike Amato, Flambeaux and Tigers and Monkeys! As always, new videos and sketches by Steph, Diane and Jess -- the FFF's. (What does FFF mean? You tell us!)

In ADDITION, the 7/8 show is sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon and so there will be FREE BEER starting at midnight (so come and see Tigers and Monkeys play at midnight and get FREE BEER.) And there will also be a BRAND NEW BIKE GIVEAWAY. Holy newports.

Who loves ya, baby?

And I'm very excited to officially announce my UK TOUR DATES!

July 16-19
Latitude Festival,
showing "The Best of Dirty Folk Rock"
Fri, July 17: Indie Ghetto @ 10 PM, Film & Music Tent
Sat, July 18: Poetry Stage
Sat, July 19: Comedy Stage
Tickets: www.latitudefestival.com



July 21-25:
Soho Theatre,
21 Dean St. London,
10 PM nightly
showing "MORE Dirty Folk Rock"
with special guest NYC comedian Jena Friedman
(only full screening of this show in UK)
Tickets: www.sohotheatre.com

July 24:
Offline Rock / Comedy Show
showing a selection from "MORE Dirty Folk Rock"
midnight @ Prince Albert Pub,
with special guest John Hegley
Brixton, UK
For more info, email: mike@u75.org

Aug 1:
Duckie!
Battersea, London
showing "The Best of Dirty Folk Rock"
Tickets: www.duckie.co.uk



Aug 6-25:
Edinburgh, Scotland's EdFringe Festival
Jekyll and Hyde, 112 Hanover St. Midlothian
showing: "I Wanna Be Famous"
For more info: Check back to jessydelfino.blogspot.com in early August (or you can subscribe for free email notifications!)

Aug 26:
Roisin Dubh
Galway, Ireland,
showing "The Best of Dirty Folk Rock"
For more info: Check back to jessydelfino.blogspot.com in early August (or you can subscribe for free email notifications!)

Aug 28-30:
Reading Festival July 29
Leeds Festival July 30
showing "The Best of Dirty Folk Rock"
Tickets:
www.readingfestival.com
www.leedsfestival.com

Sept:
Check back for homecoming show / party information!

FOR PRESS INQUIRIES, press photos or press releases for shows, please contact:
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Gimme Media
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