I had a great show last night in Liege thanks to a great crowd. I played for Two hours and the bar was packed. Sold a lot of CDs and made lots of friends. They even applauded each time I came back to get
better directions to the apartment they'd arranged. I finally found it, unfortunately. A stoner's sty covered with butts and beer cans. And a hyper young dog that hadn't been outside all day. If I wasn't a hardened couch surfer I would have walked out. As it was, I curled up in the corner and blocked it out. Oh the glamour of life on the road.