so this is isn’t really tour related seeing as the tour is officially done with or whatever, but a guy can dream can’t he?
(yes he can)
due to an air china ticketing fuckup i’m heading back to the anus of the earth (geographically speaking) later than the others, so i’ve been in montreal doing pretty much nothing, which has been super great. i’m having serious thoughts about relocating…. me and mike got the overnight bus done to new york, which was a particularly uncomfortable experience, but y’know, more bearable than water torture or other things that people have to deal with so i shouldn’t complain.
we got off all dazed and got coffee and bagels and fell asleep in central park for a few hours (as you do) then we went walking aimlessly around williamsburg and tried to meet up with a new yorker dude i met ages ago, though we underestimated the hugeness of the city and were an hour late and thus no meeting was done.
we went and saw jeffrey lewis play a free show to a crowded bar of hipster-looking people, and i was convinced i was in the inner sanctum of coolness. boy was i incorrect in this assumption! i sort thought he sucked mega naffness and was blown away by how people lapped it up (should i be using this to publicly slag people off?) but hey, my finger’s not on the pulse. the girl that played before his (laura stevenson maybe?) was awesome but people talked all the way through it. when will people learn?!
(i’m putting my bet on 2018)
today we had ambitions of getting up at 8am and doing some bikram yoga (not just because i feel like poo, but the receptionist gave us directions to jeffery lewis and even printed out a map, what a gal!) but we slept in and discovered a awesome cafe for brunch where i had a pear and brie panini (fuck. yes.)
we went to that heathen institution the museum natural history where they poison children’s mind with theories of “evolution” (phhh!) and the “big bang” (scoff!) and other godless scams like “dinosaurs” (don’t make me laugh!) it was good, but i think it’d be better visiting it alone at 4am whilset under the influence of illicit substances. someone remind me to write to lonely planet.
and we went to a free concert where dan deacon was supposed to play, but his luggage ended up elsewhere so he didn’t. which was bad, because the other bands were bad. i can’t remember who they are, but if you’re reading this, whoever you are, lift your game!
then we wandered through brooklyn looking for cool people, we found some, didn’t hit it off, and now we are in a backpackers which smells. end of blog!