Sunday Morning

Hello from the back of bus 2 where it is now a few minutes after 8am and we are just a few miles from Buffalo. Our trip from Manchester overnight has taken quite a bit longer than we expected but I haven't gone up front yet to find out why. Generally if something has gone wrong, and people have been up most of the night. It is a good idea to keep your nose out.

I saw the crew busses pass us a half hour ago, and they had time to tear down the Manchester show from last night and still beat us!

I really can't complain as I slept well in my noisy bottom bunk and had quite vivid dreams. They were of course of being trapped inside a large, loud vibrating can that was hurling through the cosmos on a ribbon of asphalt, but still I dreamt, so I know I slept.

Tonight is the last of seven shows in a row. It has been great to have strongly enthusiastic audiences the last couple of nights to energize us. How can you not get a little fired up in front of 8000 screaming fans like we had in Montreal, or the slightly smaller, but equally loud crowd last night in Manchester. It was the first time I've seen beach balls flying around the audience during one of these shows. That was fun.

We just pulled off the highway in Buffalo so we must be nearing the hotel. Gotta run, that is if I can still walk.

¶ 8:11 AM