Well, we didn’t win at the Grammys the other night.
Much as I would’ve loved to be sitting there waiting to hear our name called, Eric in his tux, me in something swell from TJ Maxx, it was not to be.
Anyway, we were too busy playing in Zurich.
We’ve got one more show in Berlin tonight and then the drive home. We’ve been having a great time on this tour, riding through the Alps in our ambulance that has a bed, sink, kettle and cute rug and stuff. We can make cups of tea and fix sandwiches with the ham and cheese and amazing German bread from our dressing room the night before.
It’s almost like a Robert Plant and Alison Krauss tour bus, only a tenth of the size. But I bet their bus doesn’t have an oxygen tank and stomach pump.