in madrid, hi.
we’re playing in a venue that is small and damp.
and i think that there’s evil black mold floating around.
so if i die from evil black mold complications, i apologize.
wait, i apologize?
it’s that damned evil black mold that should be apologizing, not me.
apart from the dank (‘but mo, the dank! the dank!’) and the evil black mold and the small stage and the lack of natural light and the pervasive stench of mexican prison this isn’t such a bad venue. kind of charming in it’s own way.
there’s even a cute little grotto with a tree. i think they used to execute people there.
but i do love madrid. really. madrid is a lovely city.
and barcelona was great.
so a little evil black mold can be tolerated.
but here’s a pointer to any budding interior decorators out there:
painting stucco green and then letting it sit for 20 years and then lighting it with flickering flourescent lights is only charming if you’re doing set design for a david lynch movie.
-moby