mornin

the bunk is small, dark, super comfortable and has a private DVD player. Now if only i had some dvds… Awoke in sunny Farmingdale, Long Island. Refreshed after watching Iron Maiden Flight 666 with Richard, Yogi and Trisha. I’m trying not to consider the weirdness of some of this stuff.

Apparently people think i’m John Ashton. There’s been a few times i wish he were with me – all these songs have at least two guitar parts. Let’s make that more than a few times.

Last night was awesome; no major mistakes, happy audience (i forget its not my usual crowd – lots more polo shirts) and some real highlights. In fact the live show somehow summoned up better playing than rehearsal – couple of parts that had been giving me trouble were easy. People are not happy that we’re not doing Love My Way. But they are happy that we’re out there; signed a bunch of autographs on hands, tshirts, tickets and posters… Furs fans are intense – one lady was recounting how she and her husband got together through the band, another was recounting how the Furs saved him from depression. Super fans. Two dudes were even asking about my technique – thought i was doing something special with my thumb. They are all stoked that we are coming back in the fall. As am I.