B&B El Fabbo, Chamant, French Countryside.

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B&B El Fabbo, Chamant, French Countryside.

Boredom evidences the poverty of our inner lives.

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A beautiful Gallicness. Front door call for 10.00…

14.24 Feet of clay are necessary for those who aspire to heroism.

A punctual departure & onto Brussels I…



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VII Look! A bridge…



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Arriving at the venue c. 12.55 I…



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A conversation in the catering hall with double-dating Crim-pal Gavin covering topics of mutual relevance & interest.

17.19    Editing the Word Archive. Practicing.

AOL is offline, unobtainable. When this happens, sometimes a notice that comes up, along the line of AOL is updating its service. One improvement I would like from AOL: reliability of service provision.

18.23    Soundcheck at 17.30 I...



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Two re-boot problems in the top Eventide 8000. It now seems to be behaving.

Support slot 19.30 – 20.00.

20.33    I was not the right performer for tonight’s photo session I…



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There was a shout of encouragement, that is, encouraging Soundscapes to cessate the world of bleeping & droning; this amidst the flashes.

Shortly, a drive to Dusseldorf, en route to tomorrow’s performance in Hanover.

00.21    Hotel Depressing, Dusseldorf.

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…  to this unhappy space. The hotel goes further than modesty, towards a kind of poverty: a poverty of the spirit.

As we checked in, a 50ish man & wife, with several large traveling bags, were trying to get a room at a rate they could afford. The young man beyond the desk couldn’t find them a room at their price, but offered them a single room. Where else would they go at midnight, with all the bags? I hoped that the young man would use his creative initiative. Very sad.

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At moments like this, I ask: What am I doing here? Tonight the answer flies back, without missing a beat: Supporting Porcupine Tree. The next question: Why support act for Porcupine Tree? The next speeding, flying answer: To support Porcupine Tree.

I am very happy to report: this seems to be the PT Breakout Tour. Gradual transitions take place suddenly. After 15 years, suddenly PT has moved a level. A phase shift is apparent.

Dribble.