Robert drove me the 3 hours to the show, in a sleepy wonderful small town up in the hills, on route we stopped by to see how his new baby is coming along, a convertible Rolls Royce in a workshop up on bricks. Its being put together by two very lovely people who care about cars and valve amplifiers, not a bad way to spend your life. It was hot, 95 on the dash board. It was a long day, we played two sets in a small theatre run by some really nice people who care about music and the arts, the day was full of caring people , the best possible people. We played our socks off and introduced some new songs into the set, and with hesitant confidence they stole peoples attention and Glenn seemed happy. After the show we signed stuff and i looked at the merch stand, it was like being at a county fair. I signed some flyers and posed for pictures with people, i eat sushi and pizza, i climbed in the bus and sat talking with JB about love, life and harmony and good people. I went to bed on the bus but i never sleep very well on the bunks, its like being in a box with little air surrounded by the sounds of men snoring and farting. Life on the road was much easer when i used to drink, i could pass out and drift into other worlds, now i have to look into the darkness of the bunk to see sleep there at the end of reach. A long day indeed, i miss home and i miss the beautiful love that has come into my life.