Late night after the show in Porto, but managed to stay in bed till midday. It was going to be a big day because today we were flying to America. Lots of sorting out to do as there always is when you are travelling, but when you had a show the night before it was even more stressy – no time to relax and contemplate the previous evening. We managed to leave the house an hour and a half after we planned, but it was OK, we were just being very sure to be early for an 8-hour flight, you don’t want to miss one like that. We were leaving Sarah behind, she was staying for another four days and seeing New Model Army and The Chameleons, we’ll see her in Dallas in a couple of weeks.
First stop, Newark, and after being cramped up in the corner for all that time it was a relief to get out of the tin can. They messed up our meals, as in, they didn’t have them, but otherwise, I just retreated into headphone and sunglasses mode and drifted off in and out of consciousness till the lights of New York appeared at the window. We got off the plane to a massive customs queue, but when we did finally get to the desk – they let us in, haha. Outside the customs area, the café was closed and there were no vending machines for a drink, for a moment there, I thought I was arriving in the bustling New York area on a Friday night, seems not.
We have an American phone so we were able to call an Uber and Crystal came and picked us up, she was a real personality, a real talker. She had her best friend who was driving another Uber up on the phone, I guess that’s a pretty good idea for security and sharing the stories of the customers. She was very excited to tell us that she picked up a woman who was directing Jennifer Aniston in a film. She dropped us on the corner of a street in Newark, our Airbnb.
It was a bit of a fortress to get in and it seems like there was a person sleeping right by the front door behind a screen. We were upstairs on the third floor, but we had to get past the two cats on the second floor first, that was difficult, I had been craving a cat ear-scratching session for weeks.
Tomorrow we will be out of here at 11 AM and we are going to meet our friend Jeanne in a café in Newark before we head back to the airport to fly to Minneapolis. Hopefully, the exiting for the Airbnb won’t be as traumatic as the last thing I did before I left Porto – dropped and smashed a bottle of Port on the studio floor, great timing, nice work.
Music today has been the AMAZING Annette Peacock – My Mama Never Taught Me How To Cook (2004), a compilation of her time on the Aura record label 1978-1982. This is one of the records I listened to on my trusty iPod on the plane. It’s jazzy, bluesy, funky, rock, poetry, with great grooves and evocative words. Essential, I love it.
Mick Ronson and Chris Spedding appear on guitar as well as perhaps lesser-known Brian Godding along with jazzers Phil Lee and Jim Mullen. Aussie Ray Warleigh plays great sax (he played on Bryter Layter) and drummers include Bill Bruford, John Halsey (aka Barry Wom from The Rutles) and Rick Marotta. John McKenzie and Jeff Clyne play bass and Max Middleton is on the keys – amongst others.