Day 10
Club Café, Pittsburgh, 6 May 2005
It's amazing what you can get used to. Being kept in the thrall of a psychotic singer-songwriter in a tourbus isn't really so different from regular touring. OK, so there are beatings and humiliation, fear and discomfort, enforced practice and endless prog rock, but it's no worse than what the guys in Jason Mraz's band had to endure.
Roberto has the worst of it, I'm sorry to say. It's a game to them. They stick him to a chair and torture him with his own espresso machine, brewing the finest Lavazza until the bus is thick with its aroma, and then drinking cup after cup right in his face until he howls like a dog.
I assumed that the girlish giggling I could hear during these episodes was Claire, but I'm beginning to suspect that it is in fact Jason.
We still don't know what they want.
