it’s 5:30 a.m, we’re parked in the rain in a parking lot in zurich and everyone is asleep on the bus except for me.
and someone on the bus is snoring so loudly that the floor under my feet is vibrating. i kid you not.
i’m tempted to go and find out who is snoring so loudly.
ok, i just found out. but in the interest of protecting the anonymity of my band-mates i shan’t tell you who is the loudest snorer i’ve ever heard. except that he plays percussion and he’s covered in tattoos. but that’s all that i’ll say.
cos i certainly don’t want to embarass pablo.
i mean, the loudest snorer i’ve ever heard.
to be fair, we all snore pretty loudly. except for me. when i snore it sounds like koi nuzzling lamb fur. it is dulcet and sweet, like a tender throated thrush greeting the spring dawn.
scott, pablo, irina, etc, they all snore like sumo wrestlers with deviated septums.
rj doesn’t snore. or maybe he does. for the sake of argument let’s assume that rj snores, too.
but pablo…oh boy. it’s like a lumber mill, right here on the bus.
ok, goodnight.
thank goodness for ear plugs.
-moby