Why was the Marks & Spencer parking lot completely, two-days-to-Christmas full on a Tuesday noon in mid-November?
Why do I dislike Amsterdam so much right now? Maybe because someone broke into our van during the show there, and took Eric’s winter coat, his bag, a tiny red vintage purse with nothing in it. They probably took a few tea bags too, but I hadn’t done a count beforehand so I’m not sure. Then as we tried to get the van out with its broken window obscured by a Melkweg plastic bag, a group of drunks found it hilarious when I tried to lift a bike out of the way, knocking over three other bikes in the process. Damn you and your healthiness!
Why does our van become a mobile recycling unit on tour? The next person to break in will find dozens of water bottles, various old copies of the Guardian, cardboard boxes and even Eric’s mother’s last months’ recycling.
Why do I love Eric even more after spending two days with his mother?
Why won’t the British border control accept that I DO NOT want to live in the UK and stop interrogating me every time we go there? This time they even took us out of the car and into a special room for “high risk” visitors. But it was more Monty Python than the Prisoner. Pointless!
Why is Germany one of the best places to play in the world? Great venues, good food, open-minded and interested audiences. Respect for artists? It doesn’t hurt to play with Yo La Tengo – they begin their show with at least ten minutes of guitar mayhem and the people are with them every step of the way. A club manager wouldn’t think of coming onstage to tell them to turn down, a la the loathesome Rams Head in the US.
Why am I sitting here typing when I could be availing myself of the plentiful breakfast buffet? No limp “Continental” breakfast in Germany – just a table heaving with muesli, fruit, various yogurts, fresh butter, ham, cheese, the most beautiful bread in the world…
What will it be like in Berlin tonight?