And so, here I am, day 3 of the Interpol tour. So far, so good. Day one was a little slow, but, hey, what can you expect from the hands at a ballroom in Rochester NY? Day two was much better, Atlantic Shitty, NJ: hey, at least we had real stagehands. The "rig" was up in 2 hours (pretty f'n good) but then the video bit me in the butt... as it tends to do. Ah well. Day 3 should be better.

Here's a fun little pic that I have from the hotel in day one. After all, who couldn't use a little ball room? Well, typing on a bus kinda sucks, since I can't seem to put together one sentence without a bump going by. Talking to you soon....

"When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us."

Margery Allingham, Death of a Ghost, 1934