ok, where are we…
somewhere between colorado and california. so utah? arizona? nevada? i don’t know. it’s dark outside. maybe we’re still in colorado. i do know that we’re somewhere with bumpy roads.
being on tour for an extended period of time you can’t help but develop a connisseurship for roads. good roads mean that you’ll have a good nights sleep. bad roads mean that you’ll have a bad nights sleep. the worst road i’ve ever traveled was between berlin and prague.
maybe they’ve fixed it now, but a few years ago it was just a disaster.
instead of being one nice, smooth stretch of tarmac, it was slab after slab of mismatched concrete. so every 2 seconds the bus would hit a new seam and it felt like the bus was being pummeled by giants. just wham, wham, wham…for hours. and not ‘wham’ the pop group.
‘wham’ the sound of a bus going over mismatched concrete road seams.
on monday i’m supposed to do a song with david bowie on the tonight show. i had tried to see if we could do a cover of ‘walk on the wild side’ cosi loved the idea of singing ‘even when she was giving head’ to a middle-american audience (yup, that’s me, the overgrown adolescent with a prurient sense of humor).
but i think that we’re going to cover a pixies song instead. which is probably a better idea. but whenever i listen to or sing ‘walk on the wild side’ it makes me proud to be a new yorker.
perhaps its odd to derive a sense of pride from living in a city that’s, at times, quite debauched and degenerate. but i do feel a sense of hometown pride when i think of all of the people finding a home in nyc who didn’t fit inwherever it was that they grew up. like holly and candy and little joe.
i imagine that we’re driving through a really beautiful part of theworld. but it’s nighttime, so i can’t see a thing. but i imagine that we’re driving through valleys that are nestled between giant mountains. maybe cos it’s dark i’ll imagine the mountains being even taller than they actually are. and sheer.
like the pyrenees on growth hormones.
good night.
moby