Day 13
9.30 Club, Washington DC, 9 May 2005
I don't know what's happening. When they let me out of the bay everyone was in the front lounge, Cary, Jason, Claire, Roberto, Matt and Dave. There was an absence of Rush and the kettle was boiling. Matt and Dave's eyes were shining, twinkling with laughter, although their faces were hollow and grimy. No one made any move to throw me into the bunk.
I sat warily, looking for an opportunity for mayhem. The water bubbled in the kettle. I was about to spring up and douse Cary with boiling water, but I felt a hand on my arm. It was Matt, reading my mind, gently shaking his head.
I left and sat in the back, alone with my thoughts and my hairless arms.
That night Cary and Jason joined us to play acoustic and bass on Brighter than sunshine, seemingly at Matt's request. I got extra phlegmy during the last choruses so that Cary would get showered with spittle while he shared my microphone. It was a small gesture, and I was rewarded with a smack in the back of the head from my own bass, which Jason was strangling with his fat fingers.
But I had to admit, the song sounded pretty good.
