hi, just arrived in novi sad, serbia, and getting ready to go play with patti smith and kraftwerk (i do love the complete randomness of european festival line-ups).
last night in wales was, uh, ok. to be honest, the audience seemed as if they’d been drinking heavily for a couple of months. at one point someone threw a muddy shoe at me and i couldn’t figure out if it was a gesture of: a-hostility b-appreciation (like a cat leaving a dead bird on your bed as a present) c-liquor/drug fueled derangement d-all of the above, somehow.
right now i’m getting ready to leave for the festival site and sitting in my hotel with the windows open and IT’S NOT RAINING. it always amazes me when it doesn’t rain in europe in the summertime. and perhaps as a sign of global warming or just general irony, it’s been raining heavily in new york since i left, but sunny and warm where we’ve been in europe.
in other odd news, a friend of mine sent me this picture from when she and michael jackson were in elementary school together (he’s first row, 2nd from the left). it’s so baffling and sad that the toxic combination of fame and deep-seated emotional issues led him down such a pointlessly sad and self-destructive road. i really do wonder why so many people aspire to fame when famous people tend to have the life expectancy of unlucky coal miners or alaskan fishermen. so here’s young michael jackson, an abject lesson in why people should become carpenters or school-teachers and not pop stars:
moby