:::::: 08.06.03: somewhere in europe ::::::
a quick word from the portuguese desert. the moon is heavy and the air is dust laden. we've driven 20 hrs or so since last night where we played at a spanish festival. the day before a stopover in nice where crowds awaited the arrival of the princess of arabia, whose luggage arrived in a 5 ton moving truck. europeans strewn like peacocks on the rocky shores. leathery 75 year old women, topless and smoking cigarettes. the night before we played in a medieval fort perched high in the mountains of n. italy.