Hard show tonight in Mühlhausen. Started badly for us. Wanted to punch the sound guy. We were playing OK – and he was determined we were Kenny G’s bastard love child. WTF. Thoughts of murderous revenge. Couldn’t hear the drums out front (mixing desks have volume controls for that specific purpose – rocket science). Alas it was The On Fires elevator music – with sweat. Sound guys are a band’s life-line to their audience. When they don’t care, you’re in deep shit. When they know it all (and don’t), it’s even worse. Anyhow, we got through it & The Vagrants hit the stage. Lead singer Renata was so sick she couldn’t perform (takes several bullet wounds to stop her, she’s gotta be in a bad way). Pro as ever, Steve & the guys got up there & played for 2 hours, pulling songs out of their arse, and the occasional audience member to sing. I was one of em, Max was another. Got to belt some Zeppelin, dry humping the stage. Damn that was good. Max hit some ACDC & Talking Heads.

In the end, we had a ball and the night, for me, had turned 180. Steve (The Vagrants) is a great guitarist, beyond what I’d realised. Blue-grassy & blues rocking influenced. He plays like a fast ‘southern’ picker. Amazing to see.

Me swingin’ low, Mühlhausen show tonight in Germany.

Now I’m fading. Writing this and passing out as I write. I’ve drifted off a few times & just come back. Weird. Gotta sign off.

Fires out, from the other side of the world.