this morning is an allowance of nothingness. late to rise. late to everything. the day unwinds slowly and intentionally so. at some point, sound check becomes a good idea. we leave late and get lost.

eventually we show up and plug in a few things. its an old church like building they used to harbor the sick in. we meet up with our host, carise, the dutch actress who invited me here ..

you can see the 1 minute live tv thing here that they all set up to help promote the show…

http://dewerelddraaitdoor.vara.nl/Video-detail.628.0.html?&tx_ttnews%5btt_news%5d=22626&tx_ttnews%5bbackPid%5d=626&tx_ttnews%5bcat%5d=143&cHash=b41a9bbd7b4f7d86f21622cdd11d29c1

story goes that she was in madrid and handed the dj (dj chuck i call him) an invitation to get to us to come and perform at her series of shows in holland. maybe she heard dj chuck play some of that gypsy stuff we done did. i dunno. but that little slip of paper went from hand to hand until it got to me. and you know i like that way of doing things.

so here we are tonight. just me and thøger. no gypsies. and the sound check is good. then we break for some food. carise is there and we finally get to have a conversation. she is easy to hang with, which is lucky. she’s wearing coolots and doesn’t know it. no one knows it but us 70s era dudes. which is just me.

i can see why the camera loves her. its interesting, actors and actresses that photograph well, and what makes them so attractive to the lens. tiny details. millimeters of facial involvement. particles of lash and lip. its one of my studies as a scientist, examining the species.

so me and thøger take the stage after a barber shop quartet finishes with a beach boys song. and it feels so fine to play tonight. the place is sold out .. i think … maybe 3 seats are left for good luck .. and the faces are many of those that only came because of my 1 minute tv appearance. that makes it more interesting. and their English is good and can easily follow any scrap of humor that blurts in such spurts.

i feel a little rude keeping them indoors however. its so beautiful outside right now, that sunset breeze that tends to caress. and its stuffy in here. so. i will try not to prolong the event. like a sonic pharmacist. dishing out a recommended dose that the nite calls for.

i think we deliver about 13 songs. and try that “light my fire” again. i play it very well tonight. i think they might even welcome a song they know. but never finish it. i notice my guitar playing is at a higher standard then usual. i am bouncing off of thøger’s bass notes tonight like a trapeze. there is so much buoyancy in the set. but it owes a lot to jj cales tonight somehow.

when we’re done, it feels very good, and also a relief to get them people out into the stunning relief of evening air. after the show we hit a bar and carise and i trade fiasco stories of the road. we are tempted to write a small screen play of 5 bad days in december.

but i will be the comic relief. her story the tear jerk. affairs of the heart. mine about travel gone horribly wrong. perfect. all taking place in the same december of 2009.

then the evening is at an end and thøger and i head off to hotel land, him in his dangle balconied placement, and me in my dark room down a secret corridor of the hotel where the night is so still. its holland and there is slight salute to the days of yesteryear when the culture was counter and weed was dirt.

at the hotel i slump and recover, duck out of the day and cover.