Back on the east coast and it feels more like home, the weather the people and the gig, so nice to be known. The show was in a small theatre in a pretty part of New Jersey, our show was loud and proud and the people who came to see us danced threw roses and sang. It was a good night. Afterwards i drove back to the city with my friend Erik. Home is still another week away but the tour is going to supply a day off and some rest, but no shopping, i need nothing. Dinner with my daughters who are here and some catching up with friends. Mostly im in my room on the bed dozing like a baby. But thats ok, i must always listen to my body. All of it. Back stage grub is often wanting, the cheese plate is from mars, the meat plate is best left for shoe makers and dogs, the bread is really not bread. Plenty of booze, but i don’t drink. Tonights food is a turn up for the books and really good, smiles return to little faces. Some breaded faces. We need to work on the lighting though. Back stage you would think it would be cool and cosy, at best most nights it a prison cell, harsh lights and cold chairs. Most bands i guess do not spend much time back stage but for me its my home for about four hours a day, where i rest eat and rest, and eat. I can sleep standing up….