Anaheim Pond II
We awake to find ourselves temporarily Pope-free. More pressingly, I realise that I've recently lost track of what day it is. I knew that the first Anaheim show was supposed to be on a Friday, but in the string of days I was working on it turned out to be a Wednesday. I felt a little better this morning when I was chatting to Sandy our head caterer who said she was making a roast dinner for tonight because she thought it was Sunday. Fortunately details like the day of the week are of absolutely no consequence on the road.
After last night's terrorist assault on the set list it seemed for a while like we might return to the show running-order from San Diego I, but after some debate we realised that, though somewhat crazed, last night's show did have very powerful energy. A late revision (very late actually) produced a truly great show - retaining much of the manic energy of last night but with the added bonus of most of us knowing what was going on. It was great fun and I feel like we are fully launched now. It's such a full -on rock show and I am really looking forward to where we can take it.
I was very pleasantly surprised to have last minute guests in the form of film maker Lance Bangs, briefly famous for vomiting in the Jackass movie, and Corin Tucker from Sleater Kinney. It was a load-out night so hospitality was slight, but we managed to find a safe spot in a backstage corridor to catch up and empty a bottle of red wine, whilst large sweaty men pushed flight cases past us at high speed. Later I managed to jump the first van going back up to Hollywood where we'll be staying through the Staples Centre shows. Checking back into the hotel we were in during rehearsals, I find my room is a mirror image of the one I had last week, so I keep walking into things. It's going to be tricky navigating this in the dark.