Picture the scene dear reader; after the warm welcome of the car hire centre we're plunged into the bowels of New York industrial estate's intestines of roads. To us it's quarter to 4 in the morning and we've never driven on the right hand side of the road before, or in an automatic, or a car that is quite so huge. Four terrified, middle class indie kids, bullied by trucks that are bigger than our houses into slip roads with no end. Eventually we make it to Brooklyn and open the car to breath in the freedom, it tastes good. Like Coffee, hey that is coffee!
We're staying on Ladycop's tour bus in a park, using the local facilities and listening to confused passers by. This strikes me as probably the best way to experience any new country, right in the middle of everything, on a road, confusing people. We hit a rock bar called Matchless to get some Brooklyn lagers but we're pretty spent after a day of worrying (about customs, about crashing, about tipping inappropriately) and we completely crash (no pun intended) soon after in the superbus. Cliff has just described the bus like this: "from outside it's like a turd on wheels, but inside it's like the Taj Mahal!" and he's not far off. I slept like a baby.
The morning is spent getting the biggest breakfasts this side of Poppinas (hello Leeds fans) and buying a cactus garden for the bus (updates to come). We head off for our first show in Wenham, at Gordon College and the bus is rattling away, I've had to retype this about 5 times as I'm all over the place.
HEY! I'M TOURING HERE!
Bencat x
