Good morning. Easter morning. People send me lots of messages saying “happy bunny day”, which – I appreciate but it’s not quite right, I suppose. The holiday is religious for a lot of people (whether pagans or Christians is, of course, up to debate by theologians and Eddie Izzard fans), so I guess I shouldn’t knock it. It’s bright and sunshiny, and I’m hoping that a lot of kids are finding a lot of eggs out in the warmth of the springtime sun long before the chocolate melts. AND DON’T BE FOOLED!!!! There’s propoganda in them there eggs! I don’t care WHAT you believe, just think about it for Christ’s sake… (or whatever deity you choose).
Wow, I’m ranty this morning. I apologize. It’s been a good couple of days, but this morning I’m in danger of waxing philosophical. Perhaps it’s because I’ve fallen in with My People and therefore are doing what My People do on holidays – which is have a Star Wars marathon: Ah, episodes IV, V and VI – when I could still BELIEVE in the Force! Before the entire spiritual education of my youth was chalked up to a bacterial infection.
In any case, the last couple of days have found us meandering the north west, playing shows. I just counted and realized it’s been 22 days since our last day off, and we have very little to show for it. A couple of really good nights, a couple of really painful nights…
