Cannes in a Van is on the road.
In FRANCE.
It’s bloody exciting and as Andy just pointed out the sky is coming up on the horizon.
The send off in Soho went well, sort of.
The sound system blew up. It fused. In the most wrong of ways.
Then a bunch of other crap happened that is so dull it’s not really worth going into, but suffice to say, fate seemed out to maim us in the head.
We are in a van. Our van, Somewhere outside Lome, and thirty six miles from some other place. A long way from Cannes.
We’ll get to Cannes. And as Andy also just pointed out, we’ll get there on a beautiful hot evening and it will all be joyous.
Today we met some people who like what we’re doing. They came to Soho to say hello to us, and tell us that they will be in Cannes. Which was polite.
The road is bendy. More tomorrow I guess. Blues (Howlin’ Wolf) in a van at this hour is good. The traffic is pickling up, the neon of the street lights is smashing off of the keyboard. It makes typing really hard.
Deftones on now. Gonna go watch the road pass under.
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