three days off before everything starts again. three months of touring. i guess it's fortunate that we don't know how to do anything else anymore.
so the mercury prize. not sure if they called it that because of its, um, mercurial nature. probably. i gotta say, of the two biggest reliefs of the day, the first was walking off the stage knowing that we didn't totally blow it, and the second was losing out the xx, who everyone knew were going to win anyway... for all the right reasons. what a record.
i got home the day after and my mum said "i don't even know who that xx band are!" a funny thing to say, i pointed out, as their album was sitting in the kitchen and had been since late last year when i bought her a copy. she then admitted to only listening to it once. honestly! i've since issued her a strict listening schedule.
so, yes, less than two weeks until we go to america. again. woohoo. i think. it's a funny old place, america, isn't it. big, yet... small. actually, fuck it, it's just big. really fucking big. we're driving around the whole of it this time, rather than splitting it into two legs. so that minneapolis east around the lakes and up into canada, back down to new york, washington, viriginia... hell, we're going as far south as florida. that's real south. is it still summer there? summer finished about two months okay in england. anyway, the fun bit is obviously the drive west from florida. unknown territory. is it all marsh land? can i get a side of slaw with that chicken biscuit? we're even spending the night in new orleans, as tourists rather than bumbling musicians. and las vegas! though we've already been there. i can already smell the casinos. mmm. and then it's west west west, with a brief little jaunt down to mexico, and then north north north. and then i guess we go home, 34 days later.
meanwhile, practice practice practice...