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.
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.