hot chip: austin & beyond...

so we roll into texas after a 16 hour drive, controversial scrabble games and bus crazy. i conference call with management, we meet in the lobby and walk a few refreshing miles to dinner, tour family stylee, at gueros taco bar. plates full of rice and beans and cheese, baby tacos, bean & cheese tamales, margueritas, beer and good times. we walk home as it starts to rain and stay up until 2:00am watching the sky turn pink and criss-crossed with forked lighting as austin is put on tornado alert & we embrace the electrical storm.

wednesday is accounting day, and i am starting to advance the next tour. which in theory could sound stressful, but instead is making me smile to myself quite a lot. i don't even mind missing out on the much-desired cowboy boots as i am rather pleased that i have been asked to join the hot chip touring family. my head reels from all the logistics of a tour that criss-crosses the country in the craziest manner possible, and where the hell am i going to live in london if i go?

the show at antones is really the first challenge we have met as far as crew, systems etc go. i feel like atlanta started out like that, i was nervous as to how it would go, but that turned out to be joyful & energetic and spontaneous. antones is the show that allows us to rise to the occasion. felix's elekton machine drum dies and we take it apart a million times over. i feel for him. but we have a party in my room and leave for dallas early (ish)...