Day 9
Bowery Ballroom, New York, 21 March 2005
Our hotel room features a small kitchen in which you can boil water in a saucepan and make fine English tea if you have bought some teabags and I have bought some teabags so we don't have to use the Liptons Yellow Label which is called Yellow Label because of its affinity with urine.
Today is a busy day, and tonight is exciting because we have sold out the Bowery ("You guys have sold out the Bowery? That's great!"). This is not technically true, because the label has bought a lot of tickets. But no one needs to know that.
First we're doing a session at Music Choice, a cable music channel, then we are taping a performance for 'Last Call with Carson Daly' for NBC. I fucked it up right at the end, although Phil said you could barely hear the guitar. It worries me that when I see bands play I hear a lot fewer mistakes than when I play. Perhaps you really don't notice the mistakes when you're not making tham. Perhaps I should practise more.
I didn't make any serious mistakes at the Bowery, aside from starting early on the whiskey. It was definitely one of the good ones, possibly making it into the top three along with St James' and Vienna.
It seemed to go on for a long time. One more song and Roberto, trapped behind the desk, would definitely have wet himself.
