Day 5
I'm sitting in the 'Artist's Lounge', upstairs at the Redbull House (7th & Congress if you're quick. What is it about the sign for Congress that makes me think 'Sexual Congress'? It's my problem, don't worry about it). The Artist's Lounge is one of the things that makes it far better to be an artist at these events than a punter. There are beanbags, laptops, a free bar, nectar and ambrosia in abundance, cherubim and seraphim, a free wireless network (hooray!), personal tarot readings and a cosmetic surgeon. I went for something they call 'the Mama Cass' and a breast reduction.
The show is running late by a few hours, so I have time to share my innermost... oh wait, Matt's just told me we've swapped with someone so that he can go off afterwards and do a TV interview. It's going to be our third performance of the day, though the first one with real people at it. Maybe there are so many people from the music industry here there's no room for real people. That would explain a few things.
So I guess I'd better go and get ready. Have a nice evening y'all.
