Sean's next nightmare.
He was driving in his car with his girlfriend.
Then he suddenly heard a loud crack and they stopped.
He saw 3 bald man lying on the road. Like they were sleeping.
Then the 3 bald man jumped up and started to move towards Sean.
He found a bicycle and with his girlfriend on the bike's steering device (wat is fietsstuur in het Engels?)
they drove away fast with 3 angry bald man chasing them.

Each show there's a suprise. This time there was another support.
We're finetuning our setlist so the audience dont have to wait too long for what they come for. This extra support made the spanningsboog iets te gespannen.
Besides this we played well and I played 'The Singing Forrest' on the organ. A new non-autobiografical song about a mother and her son.
After the show strange men were sitting in our dressing room. They didn't introduce themselves but they were eating our tiny bag of chips and our mini candybars and drank our cans of beer. I asked around and they apeared to have something to do with  the sponsoring of an Daniel Johnston and a symphony orchestra tour next year. Roadmanager Henk kicked them out.
The hotel we slept in was very noisy. I noticed they attached little microphones on the walls outside. These mics pick up the sounds of the streets. Little speakers in our hotelroom blasted these streetsounds into our hotelroom. I still don't get why they do these things.
Early next morning we picked up our van at the venue's parking spot. A big nightliner was parked there too. It's a strange thought Heather Nova sleeping in there.

photos Mowingclub

Great photos Paradiso by: Katerina Plevkova