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January 6, 2003
Greetings to
glennmovie folks! Hope all of you had a groovy holiday and are
enjoying a lovely New Year. I sincerely apologize for not posting
anything earlier. I had every intention of posting witty musings in
December but I went on the road with Glenn in early December and upon
my return was stricken with a hideous flu like illness that left me
bed bound and knocked down for the count. Due to my weakened state and
the fact that I’m still surrounded by mountains of tissues, cough
suppressants and decongestants, lozenges and pills, I will keep this
brief. (Well, as brief as possible for me.)
The purpose of joining Glenn on the road again was for me to get pick
up shots and such for the documentary. Pick up shots for those of you
not in the biz we call show, are scenes that need to be shot at a
later date since they weren’t obtained the first time around. For
example, I hardly have any shots of the RV rolling down the highway
since Hans and I were actually ON the RV as it rolled down the highway
(usually in a hurry and behind schedule) so there was no time to get
those. Another example of shots we didn’t get were scenes of the
campgrounds we stayed at in the morning. We didn’t get these shots the
first time around since we were slumbering! I also didn’t know I
needed these shots since I am a first time director, but after viewing
all of the footage and putting it together in a rough, rough, rough
form, I now realize the error of my ways. I just needed extra stuff of
Glenn doing your everyday things on the RV…. brushing his teeth, doing
the dishes, pulling into the campsite, etc… Poor Glenn doesn’t
understand why anyone would be interested in him brushing his teeth on
the RV or bopping along merrily at the grocery store behind a shopping
trolley and I tried explaining my reasons to him, but he just looked
at me like a dog that doesn’t understand what you’re telling it to do.
Thanks in part to the donations I’ve received on the site, I bought a
new fancy MiniDV camera and ended up shooting the pick up shots
myself. I’ve returned home and seen some of the footage and let’s just
say, I ain’t no cinematographer… but I did a pretty good job for a
technically challenged person and am quite proud of my newfound camera
independence. I also know that it’s much more fun being on the road
with Glenn in a non-documentary capacity than it is having the
pressure of shooting on my ickle shoulders. The last time we actually
shot stuff on the road was a whole year ago (and I only shot part of
that… a lot of the camerawork was done by Hans). Then, as you all
know, I was summoned to join Glenn on the road when he injured his
ankle. That was pure fun! I had no pressure to shoot or get shots and
all I had to do was drive, lug the odd guitar, help Glenn hobble from
point A to B and oh yeah, call 911 when the RV rolled on Fred the
mechanic. Fun, with a bit of trauma thrown in!
This time out, I was equipped with my own camera and equipment and
very extensive three page shot list. Feeling the pressure of getting
what I need while Glenn is in the US, on the RV (that’s working) in
order to complete the movie, I was more than stressed. It’s a fine
line to walk upon when you don’t want to impose on the goings on in
real life but know that once you get the camera out to capture any ‘real
life’; there is inevitably a strain whilst knowing that you have
to get certain shots. Certainly Glenn feels comfortable with me by now
but when you then introduce the element of an ‘audience’ to the
moment, it can be pesky. The first time around shooting, I felt that
we (Hans and I) had to be flies on the wall, get what shots we could
and if we missed a shot, so be it. This time around, I had to make
sure those missed shots weren’t missed! Because of all of this, I came
home with about two pages of missed shots and one page of the shot
list accomplished, but that’s life on the road for you. Days off
aren’t really days off and when you’re sucked into the Glenn vortex,
there is hardly any down time. When there was down time, it was spent
running errands, fixing the RV or simply resting. Glenn had a nasty
cold that developed into a full-blown evil illness by the last two or
three gigs! Rather than being interviewed by me for the movie, Glenn
had to rest and attempt to recuperate for the gigs. Such is life. I
gotta work with what I gotta work with. The Sound of Music
comes to mind and the song "How do you solve a problem like Maria?"
only you can insert Glenn Tilbrook in there at the end. How do you do
a movie on Glenn Tilbrook? How do you catch a moonbeam in your hand? I
was busy working on this trip and too tired to keep a proper tour
diary but I’ll try and share a few memories of the few days that I
spent out on the Cruisemaster! (Sorry no set lists!)
Dec.5, 2002 - Phoenix, Arizona
Flew into Phoenix where Glenn played the Rhythm Room. The view of the
sunset from the plane was positively dream like. I felt like I was
flying through cotton candy with all the amazing shades of pinks and
purples. Once I landed, I took a cab to the gig. My cabbie was new to
the streets of Phoenix, the life of a cab driver and apparently the
English language. I had no idea where I was going but we muddled
through. I phoned Glenn and Jeff (the tour manager taking over from
pregnant Suzanne who is back in the UK.) on my cell phone to see if
they were at the gig. They were lost as well! I ended up getting to
the gig after a white-knuckle last minute turn into the parking lot
and set up my camera to shoot Glenn’s RV arrival. Waited for 20
minutes then realized that they had arrived round the back instead of
the front. DOH! It was lovely seeing Jeff again and Glenn ended up
walking right past me until Jeff reminded him of my presence. Men! To
be fair, Glenn was more preoccupied with where to park the RV. After
shooting some RV stuff, we hung out and caught up. I brought homemade
chocolate chip cookies (which are so good you’ll want to smack your
mama) and macaroni and cheese and other pressies for the boys. I
expected to find the 2 boys on the road in a state: no clean laundry,
RV smelling of booze and fags (uh… that’s cigarettes to the yanks!),
porn scattered throughout… you know, Guy stuff. However, I arrived to
find the married couple that is Jeff and Glenn! They’ve known each
other for ages but it was quite cute to see how they live together
now. "Would you like some tea Glenn?" "Oh yes please Jeff." "Here
Glenn, I brought you a biscuit as well." Okay, this wasn’t an exact
conversation but it did make me laugh how they knew what each other
liked.
Decided to get some shots of Jeff carrying the guitars out of the RV
and onto the stage. I informed Jeff that I’d be shooting it and that
I’d give him the signal on when he could come out of the RV. Shot set
up, I yelled at him to go ahead and come out. He steps off the RV with
guitars in hand, starts to walk to the stage, then pauses. He then
turns and looks at me as if to say, "Are you getting this?". I just
start laughing and yell, "Uh, Jeff! You’re not supposed to stop and
look at me while I’m filming… you just need to carry on." Jeff
realizes his glaring error and then slinks into the club. The gig was
fantastic and it’s always fun seeing Glenn live after a little break.
Don’t remember much of the set list but I do remember him kicking ass
on Slap and Tickle. Hung out with Jeff and the production manager BEEF
throughout the gig. Beef: a very nice guy with the last name of
Wellington, hence the nickname. I have encountered many Rock folk with
fantastic rock names like Beef, Gator, Zulu, Snake, etc…. what other
business would these people go into if not the Rock? I was always
envious of folks with cool rock nicknames. I want one.
Rather than staying at a campground, we were invited to go to a
British Pub and park in the back. Parked up, we ventured in to be met
by the stragglers from the gig. Tequila shots were imbibed and I was
introduced to something called the jewels of Russia. It’s basically
vodka and cranberry stewed together and poured over a shot glass of
ice and it is to be downed in one go. After two, I was sufficiently
warm and fuzzy and proclaiming my love to anyone I met. Tired from the
flight and shooting all night, I was ready for beddy byes and we all
stumbled out to the RV for a long winter’s nap. Handy living in a
house on wheels behind a pub. The leopard skin romper suit made its
first American RV appearance and after I zipped myself up in it, I
promptly collapsed into my sleeping bag feeling the Glenn-Phoenix
love.
December 6, 2003 - Today is a travel day and Glenn was up, as
always, with the birds. I awake to Glenn behind the wheel and the
Cruisemaster revving up and ready to go. The Cruisemaster has had its
share of problems on this tour. (Surprise!) The brakes went, Glenn
accidentally put anti freeze in the fuel pump (or some such mechanical
error) and they blew a tire. But, I will admit to being amazed at the
Cruisemaster purring like a little kitten! In the olden days (oh,
okay, last year) you had to scream and yell to be heard in the RV and
with the new improved quiet, dare I say, efficient Cruisemaster, a
conversation can be held at a normal decibel level. We purred along
the highway and it was no use sleeping for me so I got up in the
passenger seat and shot Glenn driving. Jeff ventured out of bed and
put the kettle on for all. Glenn decided to put his hilariously large
black cowboy hat on whilst driving (which of course, I had to shoot.)
and we drove along merrily.
It was my brother’s birthday so I called him to wish him the best for
the day. Glenn got on the phone with him to thank him for the design
of the new "Cheers Then!" pint glasses that arrived yesterday.
All is well with John who told me that he found it crazy that I was
talking to him from the road in Arizona. He was just wondering at
Glenn’s life and how it must be great to travel around, criss-cross
America in an RV and play music and meet people and then do it all
over again! I shared this with Glenn and all he could do was nod in
agreement and smile.
As we crossed the California State line, we had to pull over for the
border patrol. They were stopping all the cars to ask what sort of
fruits and veg we had on board because (I’m assuming) fruit flies and
such might be carried into California from other states and they don’t
want that. Glenn, clad in big black cowboy hat, decided that it might
be fun to talk in an American accent for the border patrol lady,
wrongly assuming that their exchange would be limited to howdy and
goodbye. We pull up and Glenn says in a horrible, western, gruff,
American accent not unlike Walter Brennan/Audie Murphy/Slim Pickens:
Cowboy Glenn: Howdy Ma’am
Border Patrol Lady: Hello. Do you have any fruits or vegetables
on board?
Cowboy Glenn: Yes Ma’am. We have both. Fruits and vegetables.
Border Patrol Lady: Did you originate in New York? (the RV
license plates are from NY.)
Cowboy Glenn: Uh.. Yes Ma’am.
Border Patrol Lady: What kind of fruits do you have on board?
Well, I was peeing myself at this point since I knew that this
repartee was lasting a wee bit longer than Mr. Comedy had anticipated
and I couldn’t wait to hear him list all the fruits and veggies in an
American accent!
Cowboy Glenn: Uh… lemons…. limes…. bananas…. (I almost died
hearing him say bananas)
Border Patrol Lady: Okay.. Do you know what state you got the
fruit in?
Cowboy Glenn: (slightly panicking over his accent) Uh….
Border Patrol Lady: Okay, can you pull over here so we can get the
fruit from you?
Glenn then drops the cowboy act and suddenly turns very English and
says, "What? Oh, pull up over there? Sorry. So sorry." Jeff gathers
the ‘illegal goods’ in order to hand them over and then Glenn leans
out the window and says to the Border Patrol Lady, "Did you know my
American Accent was fake?" and she just grabbed the fruit and said we
could go. Glenn thanks her profusely in that very apologetic English
way that the Brits can do so well and she just waves us along. I
suspect that she gets all kinds of jokers and is well and truly over
it and over Glenn’s kooky accent. She was probably thinking,
"Whatever, Mr. Funnyman… just gimme the fruit and piss right off." It
is one thing to try and speak in an American accent, but to then speak
in some gruff, non-existent cowboy accent is a whole ‘nuther thing. I
could maybe muster a decent English accent a la Bridget Jones Diary,
but could never speak in some gruff Frank Butcher cockney accent. I
was hoping that Glenn would have to say MANGO to the lady, but
fortunately for him, he didn’t have to get that far.
We had a very pleasant drive to San Diego. The weather was beautiful
and we stayed at a campground that apparently is very popular with
Senior Citizens. It was a rare night off and since we had been driving
the whole livelong day, we were looking forward to a night off.
Freshly showered, dinner cooked, Glenn, Jeff and I ventured out to see
what sort of nightlife the campsite had to offer. It was around 9pm at
this point, and almost every RV had its lights out eliminating the
possibility of a chat around the campfire. We strolled over to the
‘recreation room’. Upon the activity board there were a few signs
welcoming the Dancing RV’ers (we were desperately hoping to run into
them as we were ready to shake our tailfeathers, but sadly, they never
appeared.)
The rec room consisted of a pool table, a few video games, a pinball
machine and a tumbleweed. Okay, I’m joking about the tumbleweed. But
let’s just say that there was more life in a mortuary than in the rec
room. We were the only ones in the room save for one French girl doing
laundry in the launderette next to us. I thought that watching one’s
smalls going round and round would be infinitely more exciting than
pinball at the senior center, but didn’t want to give up on the night
just yet. The French girl didn’t speak much English but Glenn asked
her if she was one of the Dancing RV’ers. She didn’t understand but
invited us to her tent to chat with her and her French mates later.
(We had no intention of joining her but nodded enthusiastically at her
invitation.) Several quarters jangling in our pockets (we stocked up
for a CRAZY evening!), we three decided a game of pinball was in order
to liven things up. Ladies first, so I stepped up, put my quarter in
the slot and was horrified to discover that the campsite had turned
the sound off of the machine in order to cut down on the disturbance.
So, there we stood like three lemons playing a silent, lame game of
pinball. No bells, no whistles, no kooky sounds when you score a
million points…just the silence in the rec room disturbed only
occasionally by the odd chunky thunk of the pinball flaps and the
woody, dull roll of the lone ball traveling around under the glass.
We all just sort of realized how unbelievably lame the night was
turning out to be and I just sort of hopped up and down and said,
"Rock and Roll! How are we ever going to relive the magic of tonight?"
Don’t get me wrong. I now have turned to the Glenn/Campground way of
touring. It is much nicer to have your home on wheels and to stay in
nature and meet other road enthusiasts who you would probably never
meet otherwise. But tonight, I wished we were staying in some cool
hotel downtown with nightlife a- plenty beckoning us to take part! We
then decided that a game of pool was in order to bypass the monotony
of the silent pinball machine. Glenn went to get the cues and such
only to find that the main office had closed down. Okay then! We
decided that perhaps another riveting game of pinball was on the cards
for lack of anything better to do and ended up tilting the machine
since it took our ball. Game Over indeed. We then went for a walk
around the campsite, which took all of five minutes and I was
frantically trying to think of stuff we could do. I turned a cartwheel
and said I could also sing the 50 United States in alphabetical order.
No one took me up on my offer. I then suggested Glenn get out his
guitar and play for us. He didn’t take me up on that one. I mean, I
wasn’t suggesting a Squeeze concert… we could’ve sung show tunes or
Michael Row The Boat Ashore or something! So, imaginations
sufficiently uncharged, we all decided that bed was the only option.
Back on board the RV at the very un-rock hour of 10pm, we watched a
bit of TV then willed ourselves to sleep out of unparalleled boredom.
After our night of excitement, I
didn’t really keep a diary, as I was too busy shooting and too tired
to write anything down! A few things I remember:
Glenn’s gig in San Diego was fun if
not sparsely attended. I got my camera and started to go into the club
before the show and Glenn wished me luck. After checking out all 30
people in the club, I told him that he is the one that needs the luck.
He asked me how many people were in the club and I said meekly, "About
30." He then pumped his fist in the air and yelped a very Glenn,
"Fantastic!" He then bounded on stage and went straight into
Piccadilly, forcing the crowd to participate right off the bat.
Very brave, I thought but since I wanted the crowd to jump in, I found
myself singing LOUDLY. Too loudly as it turns out since when I looked
at the footage I shot, you can hear me yodeling over everyone else.
Oops. I can assure everyone that I will not be including my backing
vocals to the movie. The lovely, foxy Steve Poltz arrived with cool
posse in tow and proceeded to rush the stage and bound up and down for
the remainder of the show! Glenn took the entire crowd outside the
club but rather than take everyone around the block or down the
street, just took everyone INTO the street and proceeded to lie down
in the middle of it! The crowd ate it up and merchandise was actually
swift after the gig!
Steve knew some cool folks at the local radio station and set up an
interview with Glenn for the next day. (Technically, it was a day
off.) Glenn also needed to get his guitars fixed and
Taylor Guitars are based
in San Diego so Poltz also set up a day at
Taylor first thing in the
morning, then the radio gig later. Since the only wheels we had were
attached to a huge home, Poltzie came and got Glenn and I while Jeff
took the Cruisemaster elsewhere to get serviced. The RV was running
pretty decent but after crossing the country, it was in need of some
TLC so Jeff took the RV in for a checkup while Glenn and I spent the
day with Steve. Steve needed to get his guitars fixed as well so it
all worked out rather splendidly. Not to mention the fact that it is
always fun to see Poltzie.
Glenn put both of his acoustic guitars in for repair and we were lucky
enough to have a tour of the factory where they build the guitars.
Both of Glenn’s guitars were ‘born’ there and one of the guys who
repaired Glenn’s red twelve string actually remembered making it!
Glenn was pleased to know that his guitar had an actual "birthday" and
had the guy look up the date of birth. Glenn’s guitar has "Red
Thunder" inscribed on the neck and I always wondered what it meant. I
asked and it turns out that Sammy Hagar ordered two red guitars to be
made with the name Red Thunder on them and it turns out, he changed
his mind on the twelve string and Glenn ended up buying it! Sammy’s
nickname is the Red Rocker by the way. Don’t know if the Brits know
who Sammy "I Can’t Drive 55" Hagar is, but he later went on to
join Van Halen. Of course, those music buffs in the know, will
remember that Hagar penned the Rick Springfield classic, "I’ve Done
Everything For You." How funny that Glenn now plays Sammy’s
guitar! I wonder if Sammy knows.
Every single person I met at
Taylor Guitars was absolutely lovely and enthusiastic about the
documentary and Glenn being there and they all loved Steve. It was
just really fun being around people who were so into their jobs and
just absolutely loved what they were doing. It was inspiring. As I was
rapping outside to Bob from
Taylor, Glenn and Poltz tore out of the parking lot asking if we
knew where the closest liquor store was. I thought they were joking,
but it turns out that they went and bought Guinness for all the guys
in the shop. I was convinced that they were going to go out on some
sort of rock binge and never return, but lo and behold, they returned
promptly and with goodies in store for all who fixed their guitars.
Glenn ended up buying a new acoustic guitar to boot (sorry, all of you
guitar anoraks. I have no idea what kind it is… all I can say is that
it is a one of a kind and it’s pretty groovy and sounds amazing.)
Glenn played the beginning of ‘Temptation for Love’ on his new
guitar before they packed it up and it sounded completely stunning. He
then picked a little of my fave "You Are Always On My Mind".
Sigh.
Poltzie then drove us to the radio interview where Glenn played "If
I didn’t Love You." Steve decided to sing the low Chris Difford
parts and was so taken with the Glenn love that he then proceeded to
pull his pants down in the middle of Glenn’s performance! I was
shooting the whole thing of course and it didn’t quite sink in why
Steve was hopping up and down and grinning from ear to ear. I panned
down to find his little perky bottom right there for all to see! Glenn
tried to keep a straight face and get through the song and managed to
finish but I only wished the listeners could’ve seen what I did. Bless
him. I’ve seen Steve’s nipples before when he changed into a Glenn
Tilbrook shirt in front of me and now I can proudly say that I’ve seen
his arse. What’s left? Don’t answer that. I forgot to ask him to sign
a release form to participate in the movie… I just hope he doesn’t
turn into a diva and demand a nudity clause in the contract. I can
assure everyone that there were no stunt bottoms involved...it was all
Poltz. All bootylicious!
Glenn then played San Juan Capistrano at the Coach House. The gig was
twice as full as last year’s and I thought the show was a good one in
spite of some horrible sound problems. I ended up rapping with some
lovely fans afterwards and we all agreed that the set list was varied
and fun. The RV now fixed and purring like a kitten, we drove onto LA.
On the way, I went to the bathroom in the RV and found Glenn’s wet
t-shirt hanging up. I thought to myself, "Surely, he’s not going to
wear that sweaty thing again. It’s probably going to smell. He’s such
a guy if he thinks he can wear that again!" I was horrified at the
thought of Glenn putting his arm around some fan for a photo and
possibly crippling said fan by emitting a big whiff of smelly Glenn,
so I did what any good girl would do who is looking out for their
favorite pop star. I reluctantly sniffed the armpits to either make
sure that it smelled bad enough for me to convince Glenn that he
shouldn’t wear it again, or ascertain if it was sufficiently clean
enough to wear one more time. I reluctantly took the shirt off the
hanger and inhaled a big hooter full of the armpit of Glenn’s sweaty
shirt. I’m not proud! It was for the good of the fans! How many
documentary filmmakers would go the trouble of sniffing their
subject’s dirty laundry? After I discovered that it was not suitable
for a second outing, I then returned to my seat at the front of the
RV. The more I thought about sniffing his shirt, the more it made me
giggle and the more I found my behavior a bit embarrassing. I thought
it best to unburden my tale to Glenn. I told him, "I have a confession
to make. And it might sound a little psycho but I meant it in the best
possible way." Glenn was driving and looked at me seriously, "What is
it?" I sheepishly said, "I…. uh… just sniffed your shirt in the
bathroom. But let me explain why!" He just sort of kept driving with a
perplexed look on his face and I went on to justify my stalker-esque
actions. He just shook his head and informed me that there was no way
he was going to wear the shirt again, he was just hanging it up to dry
so that he didn’t get his other dirty laundry wet. "Oh. I thought you
wanted to wear it again." I said meekly. I’m sure if there were
security on board, Glenn would’ve called it but hey, I still defend my
actions.
Glenn and Jeff were both hit with a pesky cold and it seemed to grab
hold of Glenn good and proper by the time we got to LA. Because of
this, we were unable to shoot anymore for the movie and my presence
was back to being a roadie/chauffeur. Buffalo Bill flew in for the LA
show and it was fantastic to see him and Glenn’s gig at the Viper Room
was surprisingly rocking. Glenn just apologized to the crowd for not
having the top two notes of his range but if I were Glenn, I would’ve
shared the fact that I had a fever and felt like poo for the past two
days. He’s such a trooper! I had a few of my friends come to the gig
and they were all amazed at his gumption and were raving about the
show, which is always nice. I love having my pals see Glenn since all
they hear about is Glenn this and that from my work on the movie and
it’s nice for them to see why I’m doing this thing in the first place.
Unfortunately, Glenn wasn’t mingling afterwards. He was laying down
recovering in the RV so my pals will have to wait till the next tour
to say hooty hoot to Mr. T. I did manage to get a few shots of the RV
driving down Sunset Strip, which was nice. Said our goodbyes quickly
since Glenn was eager to get back to the RV park and that was that!
Since I live in LA, I hopped off the tour and went home. Glenn and
Jeff continued on to San Francisco and Sacramento. I have no clue how
the gigs went… I just know that Glenn’s illness got worse and worse
and by the time he got back to England, it turned into a full fledged
chest infection. Bill flew back to NY and ended up getting sick. Poltz
called me and later shared that he too was ill.
As for me, I got whatever Glenn had and my intentions were to leave
the tour in LA, then buckle down and log all the new footage and then
figure out where to fit it in with the old footage. I was also going
to post best wishes for the coming holiday on the website, but that
didn’t happen. In fact, I didn’t do much of anything except wish that
someone would shoot me to put me out of my flu like misery. I spent
Xmas and New Years with a raging fever, unable to be upright or
social. I am now suffering from bronchitis and have not even gone near
a single tape of footage. I wanted to try and go to this year’s
Sundance Film Festival in preparation of next year when, hopefully,
the Glennmovie will be showing there… but
I’m too sick to attend! Not much fun.
So the latest on the movie is this: I
need to log all the footage shot, which is about 15 hours worth. I
then need to transfer the footage to VHS, then I need to transfer any
interviews I did with Glenn to audio tapes and then transcribe them.
Once transcribed, I then have to place them in a ‘script’, which will
basically be the paper outline of the documentary. Once I get this
script done, I will then be looking to edit the movie. There are some
interested parties who have offered free editing services for me in
exchange for a credit in the movie and there are some angels out there
who I won’t name, who are working hard to help me finish this thing. I
want to finish the movie by the early Sundance deadline of June 2003
but would dearly love to finish it far earlier. In my dreams, I’d love
to have the movie out to coincide with Glenn’s live album. I have no
idea when Glenn is planning to release the live album, but think it
would be a great cross-promotional thing! So that is the latest!
Neil Finn and the Pretenders are
touring soon in January and February. I want to try and post some sort
of flyers link on the site so if you guys are planning on seeing any
of those shows, you can print out some
glennmovie.com flyers and spread the
Glennmovie love in your neighborhood! Because of my illness,
however, I can’t promise that I’ll be able to sort that out in time,
but feel free to make your own! I made a copy of the movie poster and
put the www.glennmovie.com address big and
bold underneath it.
I usually got to the gigs an hour
before doors (when the folks were in line and had nowhere to go!) and
just went down the line and asked, "Are you a fan of Squeeze?" I gave
them a flyer and explained that I was doing a documentary on Glenn
Tilbrook, the former lead singer and that I figured fans of Neil Finn
or the Pretenders would be fans of Glenn. I also went onto explain
that I was trying to spread awareness for the website and I’d love it
if they could visit and then sign up to the mailing list. Easy Peasy.
I also put the Quixotic
web address on there in case they wanted to know more about GT’s solo
stuff. I’m hoping to put all of this on its own page in the next few
weeks, but if I’m still illin’, I won’t be able to. Anyhoo, we’ll let
you know what’s going on regardless.
I didn’t get to say this before the New Year began, but I wanted to
say a word of thanks to all of you for everything you’ve done! You’ve
made the website far more successful than I ever thought it could be.
You’ve sent me lovely emails of support and I’ve gotten to meet some
of you in person and it’s just been an amazing experience. Some of you
have sent donations, which is a constant source of inspiration and I’m
eternally grateful. The donations have helped. Some of you have
offered your talents and expertise and I’m so happy that you are
willing to be involved! So thank you so much. I think it’s lovely that
you all are so inspired by Glenn and Squeeze that you feel the need to
reach out to help spread the glennmovie
love. I sincerely hope that all of you have a lucky, prosperous 2003!
You Rock!
Amyx
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