:::::: 08.15.03: flying high again ::::::
we awoke at an alpine lodge with smiling women in white puffy dresses and old men in lederhosen. we were informed late in the day that metallica had been added to our show. as we arrived onstage, metallica flags were immediately hoisted in the air. not certain whether there was something hetfieldesque in my appearance, I gave the thumbs up. it became clear they were merely over zealous metallica fans. during a solo version of nobodys fault a bloody fisticuffs of 40 or so dudes erupted off to the side. grandaddy was down in front of the barricades cheering us on. backstage they had fresh made strudel. metallica practiced in their dressing room next to us doing a letter perfect version of flying high again, while a journalist asked me if sea change was a penance for making midnite vultures. a baby gave me a balloon. a truck driver cried in his sleep. a ferret twittered to his own self.