It’s the last night of the summer tour… I’m sitting back stage at Fuji Rocks, watching the musicians and staff passing through, heading to the stage, heading to the bus, heading to catering, to the dressing room…. Tom Yorke and Flea sitting across from me, checking Blackberries.
I’m pissed because my iPhone is protesting a legitimate synch with my computer, so all recent photos are unfortunately in lockdown. I’ll find a way to bring them forth eventually, but for now, I’ll just have to paint a pretty little picture with my words. In the last three weeks, the strongest moments on this Scissor timeline could be:
Walking backstage after the Roundhouse show in London to receive a greeting and hug from Sir Elton John…his suit was purple and spectacular.
Running to the stage to catch the Black Eyed Peas set, only to epically trip and smash myself on the ground, and being dusted off by two of our lovely crew members who rapidly became my new-found friends.
Staying out till the daylight hour of 3 a.m. in Oslo, playing a serious round of Celebrity Name drinking games, refereed by our take-no-prisoners production and tour managers. Penalties and flag-on-the-plays punishable by Sambuca shots.
Playing the Nibe festival in Denmark in the pouring rain, surrounded by a densely wooded forest, and watching Jake and Ana rock the set completely drenched, in the name of Rock and Roll.
Playing the Bataclan in Paris, where there was no A.C. and the temperature on stage was 114 degrees, overcoming a mild panic attack, and resorting to dumping ice cold water on ourselves by the end of the set as Jake stripped down to nothing but a teeny towl and threw his sweaty G-string into the clamoring audience.
Walking through the woods in Latvia, which spilled onto a beautiful beach, wading out 100 yards on the sandbar before taking the stage, still with salt and sand in my hair.
Overdosing on Indian food in London.
Journeying to the Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary in Brisbane, Australia, where I cuddled koalas and communed with kangaroos all morning.
Revisiting the Meiji Shrine in Shibuya, Tokyo. And just being in Japan….what an unbelievable place.
It will be so odd to watch the skyline of Manhattan come into view from the plane tomorrow evening. Like anything, once you are away from it for long enough, you don’t seem to need it so much. I think no matter what situation we are in, we eventually acclimate, and what seemed strange at the beginning becomes normal. It’s funny to me that starting tomorrow, I’m going to have to know what day of the week it is again, return phone calls, drive a car. And just when that becomes normal again…. I’ll be out.
Worst part about coming off the road: when you leave your place a mess, it’s not going to be magically clean when you get back.
see you in nyc…. xoxo
