Today is my birthday and I am happy to be in Madison, Wisconsin, which locals tell me is the home of the squeaky cheese, whatever that means. I am 33, but I swear I look 19, I think I'm getting younger and more stupid as life goes on
This morning we played a set on Minneapolis Public Radio which was great fun, they had a Steinway grand piano that Mel loved, and even I could tell as I had a little tinkle on the ivories that it was a beautiful instrument.
Beach House are playing their last song as I write and seem to be going down well with the crowd. I am a little sad that we have only seven more shows in the US, it's passed like a dream, but I did use my van time to get my teeth into "Mason and Dixon" by Thomas Pynchon, which only really kicks off around page 350 in my opinion. Well cheers, I will end this exhibitionism and have a gin and tonic, after all i actually have an excuse to get drunk this evening.