Day 08. Philadelphia
Philadelphia was hot. This is turning out to be the official muggy tour of 2010. It’s weakening the Californian/Brit in me. I like to walk and wander. I can’t seem to do it with the humidity… so much for the health-tour of 2010.
Anyway, the Blockley is tiny and the soundcheck was like playing Coopers in the hometown; tvs playing the game while the Furs warm up. I’m down with it though. I like a hot intimate gig. And the food they laid on here is the best yet!Ran in to John Swirls for a second too.
Andi and I wandered the neighbourhood a bit – seemed almost a mix of Indian, Romanian and African perhaps… A good vibe with people hanging out by their houses on the sidewalk – doesn’t seem to happen so much in the West. Also wandered down by the university and saw some nice architecture and the sun finally gave us a rest so we could get a drink at a particularly charming little pub complete with Ivy covering the exterior. Dave from Philadelphia joined us and we had a pleasant catch up…
The show was actually a great one – pretty raw in the good loud way. Pyjamarama, It goes on… Great audience and a secondary audience watching the Hockey in the other side of the venue; Mars had his fears confirmed mid-way through our set. Poor Blackhawks. Not that i’m really paying attention. Met some friendly peoples after the show and then we’re off to NY for a day off. Check in at 3.30am.