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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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