Had a great pre-tour night tonight. Still drunk – but on the mend. What did we do. Oh yeah, we ate. Chinese food is so good. Scotty, you’d love it man. Chilli blast from hell. Then what. Beer. Then wondered down the street to the public toilet. Naked flame would take out half the suburb. Held breathe for as long as possible. Not possible not to breathe in there. Made it out & rejoined the crew. Max went to the ladies – which apparently wasn’t so bad.

Went to great bar after that. Saw a great band. Had philosophical discussion about the direction of entire human race. Where we’re headed, what we’re doing. Where the peace is. More and more beer. Left the bar, got lost. Went back & called Badr (my discussion partner). Luckily he came out & directed me home. And here I am. Sobering up to Jeff Buckley. This is gold I tells ya. Gold.

I met him at Gaslight Records in Melbourne the year before he died. I’ll never forget it.

Checkya later.
Fires out.