I must be in France because it’s eleven o’clock at night and still light out. It must be the Limousin because no cars have driven past in the last few hours. Drinking red wine and sifting through piles of receipts, business cards, set lists and a couple of parking tickets.
It was a month of hard touring – long drives, late nights, reasonable turnouts in most places. Nothing went too wrong! Except for not being able to sleep it was a good time.
Should I be recapping? I just don’t have the energy. We saw some friends and family, enjoyed playing, sold records and ate well everywhere. Relished the friendly service in America. Loved the audiences except for one very talkative woman in Atlanta.
Now it’s time to get “back to” something here. Wish I knew what. First I’ll watch this Jackson Browne video. Substitute “me and Eric” for “roadies”. And feel happy.