You have to have the wide eyes of a visiting alien to keep up with the world passing before our eyes. Liverpool was cold and grey, but the people were warm and the hotel by the Mersey felt just like we were staying in our building in Dumbo (except it was clean and had no rats.) Josh and Simon were troopers in Manchester, taking the brunt of the load in and load out at Dry Bar to let my aching back have a rest. Dawn has had a hard time swallowing but no problem singing, and today's drive to Birmingham included Lucinda William's Car Wheels On A Gravel Road, which we all agree is one of the greatest albums ever. I ate some curried kidneys today and threw up a little in my hands, but there are no ills while we stay for the night with Ronnie and Adam on Rotton Park Road. Tonight we sipped cognac and learned "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree" for a performance on Spanish television in a few days.
Tomorrow we play here in Birmingham and then leave at 6 a.m. on Saturday to catch our flight to Madrid. Simon is looking at his ad in the paper for "Tour Manager available for bands cooler than Dawn Landes and The Hounds" as he sadly anticipates dropping us off at the airport.
