The day before you have shows is always either a panic or at least a rush to consolidate everything you should have done earlier into the last possible moment. Some things, of course, can’t be done earlier, like picking up the hire car, although Sarah decided to get it a day early to avoid the hoo-ha of the paperwork on the day of the show. Then there’s the nice cloth for the paint-stained merch table, the extra 9V power pack, the music stand light and the eye shadow, the velvet top and the sparkling gold lamé trousers from the dry cleaners, and the pink stacked heels from the cobblers, oh, and the hair spray.
We also had to get some coloured Sharpies, whose equivalents are called Edding 300s here. We went to my regular Marquês café for lunch, I don’t get to go there often since we moved. We also went to the pool, I don’t get to go there either, it’s a 45-minute walk both ways, a train change, and with the swim and changing, followed by lunch, it’s nearly four hours out of the day – as if I have that much time to spare. I showed Sarah the mysterious mansion just down from the café – towers with broken windows and rotting balustrades, green tiled outer walls, and grand entrance steps – but what happened here? How did it fall into such disrepair? Who lost this place and why?
We had to fly back to The Archive (not literally) because Filipe the plumber extraordinaire was coming to fix one of the front toilets. He was waiting at the gate when we got there. He came prepared with spare parts, this loo had died before. He fixed the broken part to find that the other part was broken with an invisible crack. So he’ll be back next week. I always play loud music when he’s here because he never gets that anywhere else. I put on a CD of the first Aerosmith album – played it through, it finished, I took it out, put in another CD, and suddenly the player didn’t work, something up with the drawer. I unplugged it and took it directly to the repair shop, hopefully, it will work by Friday.
We were out of the house again and as I went to meet Olivia to get that nice cloth for the merch table, Sarah went to pick up the car, all the paperwork sorted earlier. We got back here around the same time, me to have a chat with Jeff who worked for Rykodisc about a book he’s writing, great catch-up after 20 years.
Sarah, Olivia, and I planned tomorrow, Sarah remembered the Spanish time difference – it’s an hour ahead, so it means we have to leave an hour earlier. We’re all trying to get to bed earlier tonight for an earlier and longer day tomorrow. Everything we need to take is piled up in the front, we are just hoping that we can fit it all in the car – three guitars, two violins, merch, pedal boards – we’ll soon find out.