Chuck managed to clean the graffiti off the trailer that hauls our instruments. In Toronto, somebody tagged the pristine surface, and wrote next to it, “Sorry I Had To…”
This strikes me as particularly Canadian.
However, he was unable to remove the Sad Bears that I had drawn in the dust of the windows. This proves the magic of the Sad Bear.
I do not draw the Sad Bear; I am a channel for the Sad Bear.
Today, for tens of thousands of people at a free show in a Chicago park, we open for Ray Davies. I saw him play Eisenhower Hall at West Point when I was a high school freshman.