I woke up this morning covered in bites. Not inflicted by an enraged Peter Bjorn and John fan. I think the hotel bed had bugs in it. Now I wonder if I should burn my clothes. Maybe I will anyway. Tour madness has set in I think. Thanks to all who have come out and cheered us on though, it's been great fun.
We are in Seattle waiting to soundcheck. This venue always gives me the heebie jeebies for some reason, a strange melancolia falls on my shoulders the minute I walk through the door.
Today I read that the Neolithic peoples of Scotland fled from the invading Celts by pushing deep into the forests and sheltering in their ancient and remote burial cairns. Apparently the Celts' sightings of this mysterious and almost historically undocumented people gave birth to the legend of the "little people", a magical race which were called fairies in a more innocent age.
I also read that the Celts believed that if you dreamed of a grey horse, it symbolised the sea, it was the spirits of the sea attempting to invade your mind. And that the German poet Holderin believed that the banks of the Danube were haunted by all the old Greek river Gods, long missing from Greece. How all this connects is currently beyond me but I'll get it into a song somehow when I get home.