28 April 2007
Blueberry Hill, St Louis
This must be our fifth visit to a single street in St Louis. Never has one man known so much about so small a part of a city. Delmar, for that is the name of the street, boasts a prodigious number of Thai restaurants, including a Thai Pizzeria.
It's still ridiculously hot. It's like the best ever summer day in England, and it's only April here. I wonder if they get sick of the summer in this part of the world.
Luckily the venue is a stoneclad basement which is a stranger to the warmth of the sun. They call it the Duck Room, and it has something to do with Chuck Berry, although the things I heard about it that were to do with Chuck Berry are surely libelous. And sensationally prurient!
It's a Sunday, and it's the day after Nashville, which has become a traditional party location, so everything moves very slowly today, including the gig. But somehow, despite a fairly lazy start, it keeps getting more and more intense, and by the end we're about as giant as we've ever been. Once again it's the audience we have to thank. They made us do it.
