Soon the weather will be changing. Sudbury was incredible converted theatre formerly Gothic church. Beautiful sight lines. Best piano so far a C7. Eighty people is impressive but a little worrisome in a place that holds 150. So it goes. Andre the promoter seemed to be loving everything. He tells me I knew him in another lifetime thirty years ago he helped me move my recording equipment into Clanbrassil, my late twentieth century middle of nowhere life. I have no memory of his face or his help. Sometimes, after you have lived a while, you might hear stories about people you have no memory of, maybe it was just two hours thirty years ago. Is it so weird I don’t recall? He’s a gem of a man and another location I hope returning to regularly. Perhaps April. My goal or hope from this tour is returning everywhere approximately 10 months from now. If I could do 100 dates a year, who needs the colleges and their endless encores for deconstructionalism. Don’t they know I’m Bob the builder? Baby crying in the room next door that night as I tried to fall asleep at the Radison. Can’t complain. Baby’s need to cry. I’ll sleep eventually. Andre asked if we had a preshow playlist. I turned to the brilliant Jamie Ward who came in for the show and went round in circles with him and Mike creating a playlist. Tiny Tim “hello”; George Benson “affirmation”; Cissy Houston “cajun moon”; Jean-Michel Jarre “oxygèn”; Bob Dylan “most of the time”; David Barry “the crying game”; Beach Boys “little bird”;