I'm hiding in my bunk. I don't want to go to the bar, I don't feel social. If you want privacy on a bus this is it, you've got your bunk and the protection of a cheap pleather curtain to pull shut. That or I guess you could lock yourself in the bathroom too, but people would start knocking eventually. The ceiling is low in here.
We played at the Knitting Factory in Spokane, Washington tonight. I didn't know what to expect from the crowd before going onstage. And despite the super cramped, small stage it ended up being one of the best shows of the tour. The crowd was full of energy and super receptive. Thanks to everyone who came out. Thanks for singing along.
I took a walk around downtown before the show. After a couple blocks I remembered the area I was in. I remembered coming here to Spokane back on the second tour we ever did. We didn't play a show, we just passed through town. I remembered walking around the shopping mall asking for spare change. Actually my theory back then was to ask for a quarter so I could "make a phone call", cause I thought it seemed less like charity and people would be less inclined to turn me down as they wouldn't want to feel bad about themselves for not helping me out. I mean hey, I'm only asking cause I need to make a phone call. We didn't do too bad that day, we managed to fill the gas tank and fill our stomachs.
Only five more shows on this tour and then Europe. Andrew came back out yesterday. It's good to have him back. He's down at the bar right now with James and George. In about an hour I predict I'll hear the front door open and then slam shut, followed by the sound of stumbling footsteps, yelling and laughing in the front lounge. As for me I'm gonna keep the curtain shut and sit tonight out. I hope to fall asleep before I hear the start of the bus engine.