18th September 2017 We warmed up long and slowly tonight, Sean and I. Sean is methodical and patient and that’s a good energy for me to be around. Scattergun and haphazard as I am. There may be something about this […]
18th September 2017 We warmed up long and slowly tonight, Sean and I. Sean is methodical and patient and that’s a good energy for me to be around. Scattergun and haphazard as I am. There may be something about this […]
18th September 2017 I woke up in high spirits. I am always adequately cheerful in the mornings. I went down to breakfast for a vat of coffee and a continental (this is not a euphemism). Back to the 18th floor […]
18th September 2017 Entering the airport we passed a hapless, morose young man in handcuffs. He didn’t look like a fellow expecting an apology anytime soon. In security, Tim, toeing off his shoe managed to detach the upper from the […]
20th September 2017 Into Chicago O’Hare. Memories. Here was my first experience of America. I came and stayed with my uncle and his family for a whole school summer holiday when I was 16. That’s when I got definitively fat. […]
21st September 2017 Up early doors. Sluggish. Took me a while to get all limbs to communicate with the motherboard, but managed to be packed and dressed in the lobby by 10:30 to leave for the airport and Minneapolis.The roads […]
I am not allowed to travel on the Tour Bus. It is company policy. The bus is well stocked with alcoholic comestibles. There are games. And late night people – that I like – to talk to. And the thrum […]
23rd September 2017 I have been damning this cold to hell. Begone foul beast. Remarkably, though my throat is sore, my vocal chords seem thus far not badly affected. Tim says the dressing room is not useful for much more […]
23rd September 2017 A short flight and Seattle looks impressive as we drive in. The day is warm. The centre sprouts up like something perfectly animated in right angles. Pine trees line the motorway and I see a distant mass […]
24th September 2017 I wake up too early. Panic. The voice is gone. I read back my blogs and see I said the same thing after NY. I don’t remember it feeling as bad then, but the story goes that […]
25th September 2017 San Francisco. That’s where we are. Last time I was here it was on a road trip with Beloveds. The sun shines and I wish they were here with me to share this air. Our hotel is […]
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