typing with bouncing fingers.
we’re driving from st. louis to dallas and the road is bumpy.
so my fingers are bouncing around. which isn’t so bad once you get used to it.
and i keep singing ‘don’t fence me in’. something about driving through texas just makes you want to sing ‘dont fence me in.’
it’s an involuntary reaction, i guess.
and unless i’m mistaken, an entire herd of pheasants just flew over the bus. ok, i could say ‘a flock of pheasant’, but ‘herd of pheasants’ sounds nicer.
i have to say thank you to everyone who’s been coming to our shows so far (all 3 of them). it’s been a while since we’ve been on tour, and the shows have been really fun. so, thanks.
and there goes a low-flying helicopter.
whither art thou bound, o’ lo flying helicopter?
what is a low flying helicopter doing in the middle of nowhere?
or are we about to leave the middle of nowhere?
oh, i guess we are. for i see signs of people. a ‘sack n save’, a ‘planet tan’ a ‘this suds for you’. i think that we’re passing through a town that was founded by writers from the simpsons.
now a ‘whata burger’ and a ‘taco bueno’. and we just passed a ‘texas country italian’ restaurant.
what do they serve? mesquite grilled pesto? ribs putanesca?
we must be getting closer to dallas, cos the malls are flying fast and furious now.
i like dallas. it’s where i got my tatoo. in 1995. from a giant man named lurch. during the heady days of lollapalooza. when green shorts and flannel were plentiful, and the beer flowed like wine.
ok, more later.
moby
