All Set for the Long Drop...
I arrived at our Atlanta HQ just after midnight; Graham, Bobby and Travis trailed. (Black Meat had performed earlier at the Drunken Unicorn, and stayed late to catch the set of the Norwegian, metal-ish headliners. I pulled into the compound ahead of the Baader-Meinhof Jr. crew.)
We rattled off the usual conversational trifles (Pieter Brueghel, Richard Hamilton, Purient, The Lovin' Spoonful) then settled in to top-level gab.
Travis had to jet; between goodbyes, GM sorted his tour rig. Bobby was knackered (but looked gorgeous nonetheless), and soon begged off for bed upstairs. Graham and I then shaved our heads... All in a day's refusals.
Pix of the sheep shearing to follow.
More from Nashville later today.
TS
We rattled off the usual conversational trifles (Pieter Brueghel, Richard Hamilton, Purient, The Lovin' Spoonful) then settled in to top-level gab.
Travis had to jet; between goodbyes, GM sorted his tour rig. Bobby was knackered (but looked gorgeous nonetheless), and soon begged off for bed upstairs. Graham and I then shaved our heads... All in a day's refusals.
Pix of the sheep shearing to follow.
More from Nashville later today.
TS
