Don’t know where I left
May 23, 2002
Don’t know where I left off. The second night at the Warfield was the best show of the tour. On the night prior we had a two show affair that really tested the boundaries of the script. The troupe was so tired and punchy by the second show that new ideas appeared in a soft and psychedelic form. The final night seemed to take it all to the farthest place it could go. When “Romeo” went off the rails and into space (the third scene) everyone seemed to embrace the experimentation and we were off on a wild ride. I think the troupe agrees that it was a special night for all of them. All their talents came to bear as they challenged each other with new diversions and propositions. I was blown away that they had another gear left in their gearbox. They went into 6th and stayed there. We’ve all been high for two days just thinking about how great it was. I would have stayed out on the road for a two months just to see that show.
My friend Lance lives in San Francisco and we drove around in his convertible talking about life’s coming changes. The city and its ocean curves wound around us. This city has great viewpoints and even better names. Telegraph HIll, Knob Hill, Alcatraz, Castro, Tenderloin, Land’s End, Presidio, Haight Ashbury. Yellow lensed sun glasses are a great way to look at it all. Any alteration of your consciousness seems like the right thing to do. Hey be beautiful.
Went to see Elvis Costello in Saratoga at the Paul Masson Mountain Winery venue. Too much to tell about this day. I am totally blissed out about the whole affair. The setting was spectacular and the conversation and music were part of a blessing I feel was bestowed beyond the most ambitious projection. I’ll be living off the ether of that day for a little while.
Today in San Diego I once again drove around and talked with an old pal. Another friend drove in to see the show from LA. This tour has been a unique opportunity to bring in my far away satellites for inspection -- to set foot on planets that are part of my galaxy but usually receive just the dots and dashes of the telegraph.
The show was a relaxed and relatively smooth affair. I think we used the momentum of the last performance to carry us through this one.
This morning a baby was born. I can hardly wait to meet him. Just the truth no metaphor. This is another important child. Flashbulbs pop.
Just woke up in Phoenix and my pixels are coming slowly into phase. Symbolically this is a place where things start for me. Its funny that I’m just realizing this at this very moment. Tour ends here. This means something begins here. Don’t know where I left off but this is definitely a place to begin.