Excellent sandwiches for an excellent crew. Turkey, salami, pesto, pepper jack.

Excellent sandwiches for an excellent crew. Turkey, salami, pesto, pepper jack.

Lost Leaf Cafe, Phoenix, AZ.

Lost Leaf Cafe, Phoenix, AZ.

Day Fourteen through Seventeen

Many states have come and gone. I will be happy if I never play in a strip mall again. Turns out Harry is a fan of Dionne Warwick. If it weren’t for Syd, it would have been a big failure. Also, Arizona is much colder than I remember. The mountains make my head explode. We had a surprisingly good time squatting in the street, breathing fuzzy air. Texas reminds me of rural Africa. Today I squatted behind a rock and peed in the wind (it was cold). I had many cactus waves.

Photo booth fun times.

Photo booth fun times.

Oh Burt. Fix yo’ sign!

Oh Burt. Fix yo’ sign!

Gettin’ our kicks on Route 66.

Gettin’ our kicks on Route 66.

Albuquerque!

Albuquerque!

Marfa!

Marfa!

Play in a sports bar in a strip mall in San Antonio: check!

Play in a sports bar in a strip mall in San Antonio: check!

Day Thirteen

This is he most relaxed I have felt all of tour (thanks starry Texas sky). At this point on tour I have pet more horses than I have dogs. I met someone I already knew. A strange man joined us on stage.

P.S. I performed black magic with vodka.