Here’s what the rock star does moments before the tour: pays bills. How un-rocknroll. Oh well. There’s room on the cards, and that’s what I need. I’m supposed to pick up my rental car in four minutes, grab my brother, and head south to Philadelphia.
I’m on in 8 hours, and would like to squeeze in a run (again, how un-rocknroll).
Instead, my clothes aren’t packed, my p.a. system, dv camera equiptment and cds
are spread out all over the living room, I haven’t showered, etc etc. Complete
chaos. At least I had a minute with the NY Times and a cup of coffee at
Starbucks, and a sound breakfast at the Olympic Flame Diner. But I really should
be going. See you online, and on stage.