Lijie

Sitting in a car for 10+ hours. Stopping for extra extra large coffees, and then half an hour later, needing a bathroom break. Listening to Bjork until her voice is embedded inside my brain. Laughing at cheesey jokes with Corbet (guitar player) and then sitting in silence. Actually, not silence; Bjork. But she has now become a part of our tour and blends easily into the background. I listen to her until my heart pounds and aches. She is amazing. Quirky and strange, but aren't we all? Back to the road. So much rain in the northwest. RAIN. And then it stops. Windshield wipers change between full speed, and slow mode. Squeak squeak against a dirty window pane. Ironically, the windshield is dirtier on the inside than the outside. Must remember to buy car air-freshener (and not the kind that hangs from the rearview in the shape of a leaf. But something that holds a consistent scent) and windshield cleaner. How does the inside of a windshield get so dirty when I do not recall touching it? But then again, I do not remember cleaning it either. Regardless, must get windshield cleaner. A man came to our Borders show in Salem. He actually missed the show and only saw us breaking down our equipment.  His pants looked like they were sewn onto his legs.