What am a gonna' do....? And here's several thousands of dollars worth of guitars ready for load-out. Because the guitars get all sweaty every night on stage, we run them under hot water in the sink to kill the germs and to rinse off the fan flakes that get stuck to them before we put them back in the flight cases. (Btw, imho UB40 were crap after their first single; a cabaret covers band...).
Backstage in San Francisco at Popscene. Yes, that's right, the dressing room was in a fire escape. It was worse for the support band; they had a landing just like ours but without any drinks on it. Living the dream.
And from the ridiculous, above, to the sublime, below. This is the view of Boulder from the van on the way to doing a radio session thirty hours later. The mountains were magnificent and I want to go back to hang out there sometime when I'm not working; maybe to catch and tame some bears? That might be a chuckle. If they don't have bears I'll go catch me some Elk and train them. Can one train Elk to do bank robberies? Please write in with your Bear / Elk-training stories....
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