the ride home is what it is.
very much a primitive time travel excursion .. being shoved back through the continuum to end up 9 hours in the past.
it’s a lot to wrangle with, but seems easier to handle with family on board instead of how much more difficult it used to be so clustered as such when they were younger.
waiting for me when i walked in at home in tucson was a post office notice, my raincoat mailed from france had arrived home the exact same day i did.
and consequently, not a cloud in the sky here.
fires rage.
home sweat home
home sweet home.
I marvelled, chuckled and admired my way through your 2011 tour diary last night. Having learned to love your work just a few weeks ago I am now very much looking forward to witnessing the giant sand blow through Düsseldorf later this year.
Thank you so much for dedicating your life to furthering the sonic kingdom, the less gifted part of humankind really appreciates it.