It was in the desert it was hot during the day and cold at night, the food was rubbish and the dressing room was boring, the gig was fine without being amazing, the wind man made my day, he told us what to do if the wind got out of hand, we were on an open stage. He said in twenty years there had been no wind to talk about, and the stage always remained in place. Cool job for the wind man. The Bee’s were on full tilt. Back stage dressing rooms are like chalk and cheese. I drove home in silence i got back to my hotel at 3am, i felt stupid. But i had a nice bed and i slept still in the night. I used to love buses but now im older i find them tougher to ride, its the weak bladder and the containment of self. Its old feelings too. All mine. You play you pay. I once passed out and fell to sleep on the bus and the wheels went around and around, now im lucky to get three of four hours. I need more. Its a long day however you see it..Back to LA and the crisp white sheets of never never land. A visit to the sober shop.