Six hours in the car from New York and we are in the arse end of Pittsburg, the gig is in a red brick hall and the dome at the top of the hall is impressive. The dressing rooms are, dressing rooms. a good show tonight to clearly loving fans. A hotel and a floor 26, im too tired to worry about being that high up, but i cant sleep. Im too high up. Was it worth it. It was a good show and so yes it was, i enjoyed playing, which i do more than ever, i have become more and more in tune with what im playing, the song is the arch in which i hide with my ears and eyes. My black guitar and and the world. God im so lucky. Its days like these when i drive the car and see America and remember how i got here, the hard work year after year in buses and vans, its all been worth it, tonight says so. As a band we are playing well, its not like the cheese in the dressing room, but it could be. On days like these i have days like these. Talked about Pop up shop, the tour at the end of the year. Thought about it all the way there and back. Its a way of, which makes it not such a pop up shop. Pop up the shed.