A London Calling.Wot's all this then? Where you gits from?
San Francisco, you loverly people. Land of mariners, ruffians, the bowery, and fortune-seekers. The first of which isn't apparent anytime we drive through London's heart. We are the worst navigators in the world, apparently. It can't entirely be our fault - this ain't your grandfather's city grid here. I haven't looked it up but I'm pretty sure the layout of streets and avenues there were modeled off the intestinal representation of a Henry or Elizabeth or John-in-charge. (Why hasn't there been a King Terence? That'd be smashing!)
We drove to The Garage. Which is a club. One parks in a Car Park. These are different. We are learning things incrementally.
Met and saw and heard The Rogers Sisters. Who are very popular. (And nice, btw.) They brought in a big crowd, the thing was sold out, they rocked the joint and everyone in it and we had the opportunity to get on just before and play what'll probably be one of the more amazing shows of our tour. Neat.
My life as a tourist began immediately on leaving the stage. I can't stop watching people doing their thing here. Whatever that thing is. I could just watch 'em all day. I'd like an always-on, endless-charged, video camera slung around my neck please. A fourth eye with better recall and color correction!
Favorite stalker moment thanks to good DJs: Watching 50 kids shouting out the words to "Touch Me, I'm Sick!" passionately, almost violently in the waning after-hours.
The show ended, as shows here do, early around midnight. But the dance party lasted forever. I hope it's still going.
We somehow drove to Ealing, crashed in Sarah's pad (she gave us the run of the place for the night!) and Chris G. cooked something indescribable. I hesitate to call it "toast".
We're a very lucky band. I fell asleep around 5am thinking that.
TO the big label that approached us to chat. You are wonderful. You have amazing bands that you support. But I confess that I am prejudiced by my previous experiences with big labels and find it difficult to wipe away my reasonable skepticism. It's resonable, don't you agree? To navigate the music industry with skepticism as your rudder?
AND one last comment for me. That was the best you'll probably ever play "Secret" so savor it. :)