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Production notes from the Director, Amy Pickard
 


 

November 1, 2002

Greetings! Happy November to one and all! I am writing to you full of vim and vigor and other energetic v words. I am tapping at you a wee bit lagged from jetting around but happy to report the latest in glennmovie world. Before we get down to business, let me just say that my self-imposed month long hiatus has been a fruitful one and full of agonizing self-reflection… but in a good way!

My trip to the heartland, (Ohio) was a hounddoggy good time. My best friend got married and I managed to fulfill my bridesmaid duties to the fullest. I was planning on going to see Paul McCartney play Columbus, OH on my 34th birthday. My pal Tammy gave me a wad of cash as a pressie to be used expressly for Paul tix. I was ready to rock down that long and winding road and to neer neer neer neer neer neer neer neer, say it’s my birthday… until I found out that the cheapest tickets available were $180!!!!!! For that much, Sir Paul should drive to my house, bathe and loofah me, then escort me personally to the front row of his concert. So, with Tammy’s cash in my hand, I let Paul rake in the cash from the other Ohio suckers and I went and bought a groovy winter coat for my impending trip to London. Thanks Paul! I had even tried to blag a complimentary ticket through his PR company but was told that the current PMc tour is a "no comp" tour. In other words, if he gave out comp tickets, he wouldn’t be making any money…because, you know… he needs it. Oh well… I can forgive Paul anything since he wrote "Mother Nature’s Son".

I ended up driving 1400 miles with all the dashing to and fro and crossing of state lines in order to see Elvis Costello and his Imposters play in Indianapolis and then in Cleveland where they opened up for the Stones. The Indy gig was amazing and the vibe there was fantastic. Midwestern peeps are my peeps! The crowd was really anxious to see Elvis and just went crazy for the EC Rock! During one of EC’s songs, the lights started flashing and amidst Elvis’ samples, there was a beeping sample going off repeatedly. Turns out, the song ended and the beeping and flashing lights kept going since it was not part of a song, but in fact, a fire alarm going off. I was so tired from traveling and lack of sleep that I said to my pal Andy, "I’m just going to sit down and wait for it to end." Elvis announced that he and the band would be back in a bit after we all did what we had to do. I wanted to nap and wait til it was all over and the rock continued. Then it suddenly occurred to me… um… what if there actually IS a fire? And a thought flashed in my mind of a big news happening when I was a kid… the Beverly Hills Supper Club fire in Kentucky. A bunch of people went to see John Davidson and because a fire broke out in the club, a lot of them died while waiting to see John Davidson. For you UK foks, John Davidson is a rather cheesy lounge-y singer... I suppose the UK equivalent would be… Michael Ball? And even though dying while seeing Elvis Costello is cooler than dying seeing John Davidson, dying doesn’t seem cool at all on second thought… so I got my coat and began to file out of the auditorium. Luckily, a rep for the theatre came onstage and said the alarm went off due to water pressure and that all was well. EC then came on and launched into ‘Accidents Will Happen’. FAB! They rocked out! Seeing them open for the Stones was a trip as well. They played a blistering set of hit after poptastic hit and in my opinion, rocked much more thoroughly then the Stones themselves.

The Stones were great and everything but the one thing that confused me was that every person onstage including the back up singer with a tambourine, to the horn section to the Stones themselves, seemed utterly convinced that everyone was looking at them individually. It was a very weird concert experience. They didn’t seem like a band to me. Don’t get me wrong, they were a tight band musically, (they should be for being together since 10 BC) but it just didn’t seem like a communal band experience. They opened with ‘Street Fighting Man’ which was amazing and I ended up leaving after ‘Brown Sugar’. I’ve seen the Stones before on their Steel Wheels concert and my fave part is always the "Yeah/Yeah/Yeah/ Woooo!" bit. Elvis still blew them away though.

Onto London! Saw my friend, Tammy play with Sparks at the sold out Royal Festival Hall gig and a fun time was had by all. Check out the Sparks website www.allsparks.com They are one of the hardest working bands in showbiz and also one of the nicest. Then onto the Glenn show at Shepherd’s Bush Empire! We all went to the gig in Glenn’s UK RV! Yes, the RV fever has spread across the ocean and Glenn, once again, donned the Captain’s hat. Driving a huge RV through the itty bitty streets of London is not unlike a video game, but Glenn always gets us there in the end. Suzanne got behind the wheel with me in the passenger seat as we drove to pick up Glenn and his pal Pete to take them to the gig. We came up to a width restriction in the road and Zan was unsure as to whether or not we could fit through. The sign said "7 feet". I told her I’d hop out and navigate her through slowly. Instilling all of her confidence in me, I boldly strode out of the RV and jogged out to the front, gently guiding her though. I was facing Zan and the RV head on and motioned her through…"Keep coming! You’re Fine, you’re fine, you’re fine…. Plenty of Room!" My confident instructions were interrupted by an enormous, painfully huge CRUNCH! sound…"Uh… BACK IT UP! BACK IT UP!" Like an idiot, I didn’t take into account the bulging sides of the RV. The front of the RV is seven feet wide, but the sides are at least 8 feet. Zan’s eyes were big as saucers and I nervously ran over to inspect the damage… a few mere scrapes, no big dents thankfully, since she was going so slowly. I hopped into the RV with my tail firmly between my legs and nonchalantly informed Zan that there was no major damage. At least we now knew that we couldn’t make a seven-foot width restriction. Hey, it’s a rental, right?

As Zan waited for Glenn and Pete to arrive, she asked me to pop something in the post for her down the street. I was dressed in my full rock gear for the show, but it was about 3pm and I was getting a few funny looks from the passersby in downtown Greenwich. I didn’t really understand their awkward gazes until I actually took a minute to think about what I was wearing. I had Black high heel boots, black fishnet stockings, a denim mini skirt, black blouse and my green suede birthday coat with faux fur collar and sleeves. My naturally curly hair was as always, out of control and crazy (think Stevie Nicks after she stuck her finger in a light socket) and I had makeup and lipstick on. I honestly think everyone thought I was a hooker on my way to meet my pimp or something. I’m not a shy person in any way, but suddenly felt painfully self-conscious and quickly posted the letter and walked briskly, eyes down, back to the RV.

I hadn’t seen Glenn or Suzanne since last June at Buffalo Bill’s birthday party and a lot has happened in that five-month period. Suzanne is expecting! That’s right… soon we will all be hearing the pitter - patter of little feet in the RV! Some may suggest a home birth, or a water birth…. why not an RV birth? Hmmm… I don’t think she’ll go for that one. Well, congratulations all around to the pair of them. Glenn and Pete showed up and G manned the helm and drove us to the gig. I must admit that going over Westminster Bridge in an RV was a slightly surreal experience. The combination of driving a white trash vehicle through ye olde worlde surroundings was very odd indeed. Wordsworth’s famous poem "Composed upon Westminster Bridge" features my favorite line: "Dull would he be of soul who could pass by a sight so touching in its majesty." And I was marveling at the very same view he wrote about 200 years later, only my vantage point was from the window of a mobile home!

We got to the gig in record time thanks to Pete’s genius directions and I took some photos of the Empire’s marquee that said GLENN TILBROOK. Glenn sound checked and I walked around the empty theatre. I had attended so many gigs there when I lived in London, many of them Squeeze gigs and it was very cool to be onstage while Glenn sound checked. The view from onstage was so different than I had imagined! I thought it would’ve seemed a lot bigger for some reason. Took a few photos of Glenn playing but was interrupted by a phone call on my cell from Tammy. Turns out that she was attending the Q Magazine Awards party, which happened to be in Shepherd’s Bush. She knew I was in Shepherd’s Bush and thought it might be fun to try and meet up and maybe even sneak me in for a bit of the party. I scoffed at her American ways thinking that she had no clue about the layout of London and that by being in Shepherd’s Bush, she foolishly thought that it meant that I was next door. I said, mocking, "Uh, I’m at the Empire and Shepherd’s Bush is a pretty big area." She said, "Oh, well I thought I was really close to you… I’ll walk outside and you walk outside and we’ll see if we can see each other." I humoured the poor girl, and took one step out of the Empire to find her standing right in front of me. Turns out the party WAS literally right next door. Tammy snuck me in and the Sparks boys were in the corner rapping with producer Tony Visconti (the producer of Difford and Tilbrook’s album)! I also saw some obscure UK bands like Sugarbabes and others I’ve never heard of and even caught a glimpse of Gary Numan! What fantastic hair he has! Tammy and I took photos of each other foxed up to the max (I fit right in with all the other hookers there) and then I left her to rock on with the Sparks boys at the party since I was needed to help out at the gig.

I laid out the merch stand and met a friend Ashley and lovely Gill for a drink before the show. I watched the first bit of the gig but then was summoned to the merch stand for the rest of the evening. Gill and I sold merch and watched the rest of the gig from the t-shirt stand. I got to meet some lovely fans or should I say "Glenn’s Hens"? Due to my pint intake and okay, I’ll even blame jet lag while I’m at it; I can’t remember all of their names. Hey, I am so forgetful; I could hide my own Easter eggs! I remember meeting Maggie and Phillipa and perhaps a Helen was there as well but it’s a bit hazy. After Glenn went offstage and my busman’s holiday selling merch was over, I went back up to the dressing room to then join the after show shindig at the bar and proceeded to get lost Spinal Tap style in the backstage maze that is Shepherd’s Bush Empire. Every corridor was like the hotel room in The Shining. I finally had to go ask security where the hell everybody was! Finally stumbling into the party, I mingled to the best of my ability and chatted with the Hens and Glenn’s Friends. Hey, that rhymes! I didn’t make a set list since I was busy hanging with friends and selling stuff… sorry about that. I will say that the personal highlight of the gig for me was "Slap and Tickle" and "This Summer"!

After a week away from Glenn, I rejoined him on the road for the last three dates of his tour. Suzanne stayed back in London to rest since running around in the world of rock can be a bit too much when you’re pregnant and I promised to help out as best I could. Basically, the help wasn’t much since I am useless at reading street signs at the best of times, let alone in a foreign country and I have absolutely no clue how to read a map... especially with M4 and A21 things on it. I did laugh at the directions Zan gave us for the Cardiff gig. "Gig to the left of the castle". Only in Britain! I love it! Sure enough, the Barfly was literally right across the street from Cardiff Castle. Glenn did a fine version of "Third Rail" at sound check and the opening band, the Scooters were freaking out with joy. Glenn and I had dinner on the RV while I made plans for my two Welsh pals to come down to the show. I went inside to set up the merch stand and left Glenn to have some time to himself before he went on. Sadly, a very sweet man and his very drunken father commandeered the merch stand earlier and I was left to awkwardly squeeze in with my Glenn goods. The elderly gentleman was very chatty and harmless enough until he clutched me with an inappropriate urgency and said, "Listen to me! I’m Irish!" Luckily, my two friends came over to keep me company the rest of the evening. The gig was fantastic. Earlier, Glenn and I decided that I would hang onto the RV keys and then meet him at the side of the stage when he was about to go off for the key hand over. We joked about him giving me a subtle signal when he would need the key and how funny it would be if he said something cryptic onstage. Towards the end of the gig, when I thought he was ready to come off, I sprinted over to the side of the stage only to find that he had strapped his guitar back on for another song. I ran back to the merch stand and waited for the next song to finish then sprinted back up to the side of the stage… and Glenn sang another song. Finally, after another song, I ran to the side of the stage and saw Glenn looking around. I was right there and didn’t understand why he couldn’t see me… then he strapped on his guitar and said, "Amy, what KEY is the next song in?" I was right there! So I barged my way right up to the front to let him know I was there and then I handed him the key as he went off. I was giggling when I told him I was there after every song but I guess due to the lights, he didn’t see me.

Met some lovely fans… an American couple who were at the NY gig that we shot for the documentary and the Welsh contingent of Glenn’s Hens! Anne and Sue I believe their names were and they were absolutely lovely. I was in charge of directing the photo grip and grin opportunities with Glenn. I love doing that since I enjoy making the whole picture thing less awkward. I’ve met a million pop stars and when I wanted a picture it’s always weird and embarrassing and the stars themselves find it weird and embarrassing and it’s just easier to have someone taking charge and telling people where to go and what to do. I also like to take photos after the initial ‘posed’ photo since it’s always fun to have more spur of the moment shots. I have a very painful photo of Glenn and I from 1989 when I first met him and I look like a deer caught in the headlights. I remember vividly saying to him, "Please don’t think less of me but I’m going to be really un-cool and ask for a picture with you." He, of course, was unbelievably lovely and accommodating and after the photo was snapped, I giggled and ran away. Funny, innit? I corralled the opening band together and took their photos with Glenn with all of their cameras. After an initial unsuccessful bout with Anne and Sue’s cameras, we got there in the end and everyone went home happy and photographed. I only hope that the pictures turn out. I’d feel horrible if they all got their photos back with the heads chopped off!

The drunken father made his way over to Glenn and shook his hand for an unnaturally long period of time, while clutching Glenn’s neck with the other hand. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought they were about to partake in a movie star embrace. I had packed up by this point and was chatting with my friends but thought that perhaps Glenn might need rescuing from the man’s unnaturally close proximity. I stood next to Glenn and gave him a look like "we have to go" but he just focused on the man and was smiling and nodding, giving me the impression that he was, in fact, fine. So, I went back to my friends while keeping an eye on Glenn and the man. The crowd dispersed and we were all ready to go, when I spied the man with a frightening look in his eyes. His hands were outstretched as if they were about to go around Glenn’s throat… not in that lunging serial killer way, but in that huggy, drunk way… luckily, Glenn managed to escape his grip and we all managed to get back on the RV quickly. Glenn thought nothing of it and joked that the man had asked him the same question about five times to which I responded, "Try sitting next to him at the merch stand for two hours!" The gig the next night was in Bristol so we decided to drive a bit and then find a "lay by" where we could stop for the night, which for us yanks is basically a truck stop.

Parked up, TV on and ready to watch, we changed into our pajamas. Now let’s just take a moment to talk about the fantastic pajamas that I found on the internet. Americans will know them as ‘footie pajamas’ - PJ’s that are all in one with feet attached to them with a zipper down the front. We all had them when we were kids but basically stopped wearing them once we turned 10 or so. Glenn hilariously refers to the footie pajamas as a ‘romper suit’ which I think is a much more enjoyable term. While I was shooting the doc last November, I often, oh, what’s the phrase? FROZE MY ASS OFF on the RV. I have the circulation of a ninety-year-old woman. I knew that I would need some hardcore warm pajamas so I ended up doing some searching online for footie pajamas and lo and behold, I found the glorious website that is www.warmthwear.com They offer adult footie pajamas, made entirely out of warm, snuggly fleece. I put in an order and once I put them on, I knew that I would never wear anything else to bed. Sure, my friends mocked me and laughed and pointed, but at least I was snuggly. Looking hilariously ridiculous, I felt that I HAD to get a pair for Glenn and Suzanne. I phoned up the company, told them about the doc and Karyn (the lovely woman who makes them) agreed to make me a pair of romper suits in exchange for a credit in the movie and on the website. I got Glenn and Zan’s in hunter green, whereas mine was leopard. I knew I’d look a fool in them anyway, why not go the whole hog and get leopard skin? Yes, the romper suit is handy for RV livin’ but it’s also handy whilst in London staying in unnaturally cold, drafty Victorian houses! And, hey! They aren’t just for bedtime! They are so roomy, that I often wear mine over my clothes!

Romper suits on and after hours cocktails poured, I still found the RV a wee bit nippy. Glenn then informed me that the heating is broken. I feel an unnatural hatred grow inside of me, which then transforms into utter despair. I can stand any unpleasant feeling: tiredness, hunger, etc… but I loathe being COLD. We watched some TV and Glenn set up my bed in the back of the RV. He very gallantly gave me an extra duvet off his bed to use and I hoped that it would be enough. I did giggle to myself over the thought of someone coming on the RV at that moment… they’d find a green teletubby in the front of the RV and a leopard teletubby in the back… buried beneath two coats and two duvets. Ah, the glamour of touring! I slept for a few hours but was so unbelievably cold that I had to get up to wrap my scarf around my head like a Siberian woman to cover my frozen ears and then wrapped it across my face so I could cover my nose which was runny and cold. You could’ve hung meat in the back of the RV and I wondered why I came to this freezing cold country in the first place. I managed to finally get to sleep with visions of palm trees swaying in my head whilst yearning for yonder bank. Once morning came, I was ready to get the hell out of there and get to somewhere warm! Glenn asked how I slept and I said with as much evil sarcasm as I could muster, "AWESOME!" He actually believed me until I shared my true feelings. We both thought that a nice big breakfast would make us both feel better followed by a comforting campground where we could bathe and thaw out. We drove to Bristol, me in the front with my romper suit on over my clothes, and looked for a supermarket for much needed breakfast supplies. After driving around what seemed like roughly an hour in the city centre of Bristol, not one supermarket was spotted. No Marks and Sparks, no Safeway, no Cost Cutter, no nothing. We both grumpily joked that people in Bristol don’t actually eat and that is why there are no supermarkets. Or perhaps they have a ‘grocery underground’ where no outsider is allowed to shop. Cold, miffed and by this time, ravenous, we give up and decide to just go straight to the campsite until rather gloriously, a SAINSBURY’S was spotted.

The store is fantastically located right next to the Black Castle! Now, White Castle in America is a fast food chain that I’ve been known to frequent. But the Black Castle is actually a Castle that is Black. We park up and then go for a big shop. Mushroom and Cheese omelets promptly snarfed down, we head out in search of the campground. As we drive throughout Bristol, I suddenly am horrified to discover that every single pedestrian we pass can see me clad in all my leopard romper suit glory. I get embarrassed and take it off until we get to the campsite. After about an hour or so of looking hopelessly for signs that point toward the campground, we give up and park at some heath-y park-y place with a lovely autumnal view. The lovely autumnal view was not nearly as lovely as the insides of my eyelids and I retreat to the back, romper suit promptly back on and double duvet action keeping me snug as a bug in a rug. After having only a few hours sleep the night before, I fall into a deep sleep and wake up to the sound of Glenn’s alarm going off in the front of the RV. I stumbled to the front to find Glenn getting behind the wheel ready to go the gig for sound check. Rock and Roll!

Feeling infinitely better after having slept, but still feeling horribly grubby for not having bathed or at the very least splashed hot water on my face, we arrive at the Fleece and Glenn manages to back the RV into the tiniest alleyway possible. Glenn tells me of a funny story about when Squeeze played Bristol in ’93. Apparently, a Britsol resident’s house was burgled and the perpetrators found two tickets to the upcoming Squeeze concert. The burglar and his pal decided that they would in fact, attend the Squeeze concert so they took the tickets and ended up getting arrested at the show! Brilliant! Glenn sound checked while I staked my claim at the merch table. (I learned my lesson from the night before.) Glenn cooked dinner in the RV and we ate while being kept entertained by Glenn’s friend Miles. Miles brought his musician friend John and we all had a drink on the RV before the gig. Miles is a mover and I don’t mean on the dance floor. He moves stuff and I told him that I would share the Miles love with the glennmovie.com folks and promote his website for his removals company. If you’re moving house in England and would like Miles to help you, go to www.ezeemoveuk.com! Tell him Amy sent you! We left Glenn to it and went inside. Miles and John kept me company at the merch stand and the gig was fantastic! I managed to multitask by writing down the set list and drinking half pints of lager one right after the other courtesy of John and Miles. I’m just so crazy!
 

Bristol-10/29/02 - The Fleece

  • Red Dragon Tattoo
  • Take Me I’m Yours
  • This Is Where You Ain’t
  • Tough Love
  • Piccadilly
  • Walk Away (particularly fantastic)
  • Light In Your Eyes
  • Interviewing Randy Newman
  • You’re So Square (Baby I Don’t Care)
  • The Truth (brilliant)
  • Electric Trains
  • Touching Me, Touching You
  • Vicky Verky
  • Goodbye Girl
  • I Won’t See You
  • Voodoo Child (I always thought that this was written as Voodoo Chile. HA! I was informed by the Hendrix camp whilst trying to clear this for the movie that the appropriate title is: Voodoo Child (Slight Return)! )
  • Tempted
    Introvert
    (Hoorah! One of my faves and the first time I heard Glenn play it!)
  • Labeled with Love
  • In Quintessence
  • Sunny Afternoon
  • Is That Love
  • Hourglass
  • Drinking Wine Spo Dee O Dee (I can’t remember how to spell that!)
  • Annie Get Your Gun
  • Up The Junction
  • Pulling Mussels From A Shell
  • Parallel World
  • Another Nail


It was a super fun gig and Miles and John and I had a darn swell time. After a quick drink on the RV it was time to head back to London but not before some enthusiastic fans knocked on the RV door demanding that Glenn play Pulling Mussels From A Shell. Glenn very politely declined and rapped with the guys but I was amused at their short-term memory loss. Glenn had just sung Pulling Mussels for them oh, about 20 minutes earlier. Personally, if someone knocked on my RV door after I got off work, I wouldn’t answer it but Glenn always does because he’s a sweetie. I remember when we were shooting the doc, a very pushy woman in NY knocked on the door after the gig and said, "I miss your blonde hair! I want a hug!" Glenn obliged and thought nothing of it. I think if I was in his shoes, I’d be far grumpier.

We drove to London whilst listening to the new fantastic Beck album and once home, I immediately crawled into a warm bed, happy with the knowledge that it was not on wheels and that tomorrow, I would be having a nice, long, hot shower.

Slept in gloriously and then packed since I was flying out very early the next day. We had Glenn’s last gig in Colchester to go to and wouldn’t get home until late so since the cab was coming to pick me up at 6:30am, I knew I wouldn’t want to pack then. Took a lovely shower and we set off for Colchester. The Colchester Arts Centre used to be a church and is now some sort of huge community arts centre. It seems a strange place for a gig, especially with the odd plaque that says, "Here lies Oliver Smything from Froppingtonhampfordshire-upon-Thames. Died 1803." The folks that work there are unbelievably sweet and couldn’t do enough to help us. I set up the merch stand while Glenn and Zan sorted out the recording equipment. Glenn has been recording various gigs for the upcoming live album that will hopefully be out in May or so. Glenn played the lovely guitar intro to the La’s "There She Goes" at sound check and after all the sound was in fact checked, we retired to the RV for dinner. Glenn snacked on something vile like anchovies and I put my gourmet culinary skills into action for Zan and I by making cheese on toast! It was deelish. As we left Glenn before he went on, I asked if he could please throw in "Introvert" for me. He asked me if I knew the words. I do know the words, but only when I hear the song! Luckily, we had a copy of the Big Squeeze on the RV and I told him to sort it out. I went inside to take my place at the merch table and Glenn bounded onstage going straight into "Introvert"! Surely it was because he wanted to urgently grant my request since we’re such great buddies and not because he wanted to hurry up and sing the song while the lyrics were in his head! I choose to believe the former rather than the latter.

The gig was sold out and the crowd was absolutely fantastic. Mid set, a woman sat down next to me, white as a sheet and I thought she was going to pass out right there and then. I called security over and asked if they could take her to Glenn’s dressing room so she could lie down but they just whisked her away. It was getting rather hot in the room and the staff later told me that several women complained of feeling faint. I told them that I would tell Glenn that his gig made the ladies faint, I just wouldn’t tell him why. Here’s the set list of the fantastic gig:


Colchester Arts Centre - 10/30 - Colchester, UK

  • Introvert
  • Take Me I’m Yours
  • This Is Where You Ain’t
  • Red Dragon Tattoo
  • Piccadilly
  • Tough Love
  • Voodoo Child (Slight Return)
  • The Truth
  • Annie Get Your Gun
  • You’re So Square (Baby I Don’t Care)
  • Electric Trains
  • Always On My Mind
  • Other World
  • Black Coffee In Bed
  • Sunny Afternoon
  • Cash Machine
  • Goodbye Girl
  • Drinking Wine Spo Dee O Dee
  • Hourglass
  • Labeled With Love
  • Up The Junction
  • Tempted
  • Parallel World
  • Pulling Mussels
  • Another Nail


Met lots of great fans and sold lots of merchandise, which was fantastic! A lovely couple asked me how the movie was coming along. I said, "Great!" and then they asked me when they’d be able to see it and I said, "Friday!" The crowd was really enthusiastic and thoroughly enjoyed themselves and I was really pleased that Glenn’s UK tour went out with a bang! We drove back to London tired but happy. I said goodbye to Glenn and Zan before we went to bed since I didn’t expect them to get up at 5:30am and see me off. I was informed to tell the taxi driver to take Pete’s sneaky route through London in order to get to Heathrow in time for my flight and it worked so well that I was at the airport practically four hours before my flight. Better early than late! After an initially tiring but fun October, I was ending the month a bit more rested and newly inspired to get back to Hollywood to begin work on the movie. As I dozed on the plane, I thought of Glenn’s impending US tour, when I would be rejoining him on the road to shoot some more stuff for the doc and I wondered if the Cruisemaster would make it through the tour!

After my last diary entry, I received a lot of very sweet, supportive emails offering help for the movie and for that I’m grateful. After taking a month off and having a good think about where I want to go with the movie, I’ve come up with a plan of sorts (which I’m still working on) but will be sending out an email within a few days to fill everyone in. Soon, all will be revea led! In the meantime, go see Glenn live in the US and bring your pals! Check out www.quixoticrecords.com for dates in your town. Take care of yourselves and I’ll be pestering all of you soon!
 

Rock On!
Amyx


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