Day 30
Red Devil Lounge, San Francisco, 9 April 2005
Actually I'm at gate 93, San Francisco airport waiting for boarding to begin on flight UA930 to London on Sunday 10th. If you really have to know, yesterday we flew back across the country (selected for a fifth time for 'random security screening', which is what you get if you travel with Roberto), drove to the hotel, went to the gig, went back to the hotel, went to eat fine Mexican food, went to do the gig, came back, congratulated each other and went to bed. My bed was a four-poster. It was that kind of hotel. (Actually, I was kept awake all night by a strange discomfort that I later found was caused by a secret pea).
It hasn't really been a tour, more like a series of musical activities. I don't want to think about the number of repetitions of Brighter than sunshine we've performed. There are a lot more to come.
So, I shall leave you for a short time. We're back in two weeks to start a tour in a tour bus in Indianapolis. Perhaps I'll join you again then. Or perhaps I won't. Perhaps I'll think of a revolutionary new form of expression that will revolutionise the very concept of 'blogging' for all time. Perhaps I will forgo it altogether, get comfortable in the back lounge and watch the road passing by.
