As always we get lost and find Mass Ave. by accident, this time because we are looking for a guitar shop in a different part of town. This is the first city on the American tour I'm familiar with, and as we drive over the Charles river to Cambridge I'm almost nostalgic. The air is cool, but the snow hasn't reached this far yet. Walgreens for a phone card, Mary Chungs for dinner. I feel almost relaxed. The whole of the North East is in bloom with gorgeous crimson leaves. And the show, disastrously, is empty. No one knows why.