Dallas Aug 6

The next few days were a swing through the South without the band since we weren’t making enough down there to afford to bring them. So it was just me and Phil and Mike, sometimes doing two flights a day, getting up at 6:30, flying, getting to the hotel, going to the soundcheck, dinner, gig at 10:30, offstage at 12:30 and to bed by 2, up at 6:30 again. We were exhausted by the end of it.

Also airport security was pretty tight in most places. I saw one scene which was a sign of the times. A little girl probably 4 years old was walking along sobbing and shouting, “I w-w-want my sc-sc-scissors!!!” Apparently she had a little pair of plastic scissors, and airport security had taken them. It’s pathetic to think that someone thought she actually could have hurt someone with them.

We saw Eric here and his lovely wife which was great since I hadn’t seen him in something like 8 years. We went out and had dinner. It was 109 degrees, a record setting heat wave. Inside the air conditioning would be something like 55 degrees so we went from boiling to freezing and back again. I told him stories about the Towies since I have met a lot of them and he has met very few.

There was a young boy down front at the gig who kept shouting for “Bad Wisom” which I made hash of by forgetting the lyrics “mother you’ve tought me the laws are so fine”. He was dancing in this very wiggly funny way, what a friend of Anton’s used to call “Linguini Dancing.” He was very sweet.


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