Hotel Quite acceptable, Chicago.
Chicago's skyline appeared at 03.55 as we drove in through the industrial outlands & the awful smell from smoking processing plants. Very much like the horrors of driving through Jersey from Philly to NYC in 1971. We arrived at the hotel c. 4.30.
Here on the 20th. fIoor I have a corner room with impressive views over the city. The room comes with CD player & tuner, so I have hooked up my computer & customized the room. Mozart string quintets sound glorious here.
Now, maybe the second half of my night's sleep.
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Hooray! A most enjoyable show at Park West. A generous audience and, significantly, the area in front of the band was standing - this is a first at Park West in 23 years of playing here. We are used to looking out at tables, right up to the stage. This seems to be the best format for us: standing at the front, seating at the back, sides & above. A well-spirited performance from band & audience.
When Pat & I arrived for soundcheck, there were two gentlemen standing outside the club. One asked: is there any chance of getting an autograph? The reply: None whatsoever! But, in a small attempt to make a human connection, I collected two bottles of water from the dressing room & took them out. "You don't need an autograph, but water might be useful!" The reply in return: Can I shake your hand? The question might be why? but this presumes the operation of rationality & reason are available.
Devil Throat has me in its grip, one that I am declining to accept. I hold a close focus.
