Journal

ok, i know that some of you might still be laboring under the misconception that there is something glamorous about touring.
to preface this small story let me say that i enjoy touring.
i enjoy playing music.
i enjoy hanging out with the people with whom i work.
i enjoy seeing new things.
but there really isn't much that's glamorous about touring.
this morning, for example, we woke up in an underground car-park in birmingham.
we had driven overnight from manchester and, as we usually do, we parked up outside of the venue while we were all still asleep(this is actually nicer than waking up at 7 a.m and going into a hotel). today, though, in order to park up outside of the venue we had to park in the basement of an underground car-park, as that's what was outside of the venue.
if you've never woken up underground in the basement of a car-park then you don't know just how odd it is to wake up and look outside and see concrete and have no idea what the weather might be or whether or not the world might have ceased to exist and somehow you've been spared the cataclysm but the price that you must pay is to live underground in a network of concrete car-parks kind of like the omega man.
it's odd.
and again, just to clarify, i'm not complaining.
i'm glad that i can now add 'woken up in an old underground car park' to my list of lifetime experiences.
tonights show was fun. apart from the upcoming luxembourg show, tonights show, birmingham, is/was the smallest show on this european leg of the tour.
we call different sections of tours 'legs'.
and as this tour has many legs it could be conceived more like an arachnid.
i've posted a picture of the underground car park where we slept last night so that you can share in the unrelenting glamour of the rock and roll touring lifestyle.

-moby