Berlin, 9:05...

Woke up, spooning the CP, in a friend's bed in Berlin. (The friend is visiting other friends in Scotland, and she kindly lent us her flat for the weekend.) I'm singing tonight at Ausland to honor another friend, the inimitable Joke Lanz, who is commemorating twenty years inhabiting the guise (and yellow-striped leather trousers) of Sudden Infant... Walking through the city, magnificent in its seeming impenetrability, is always a joy, but when strolling its myriad capillaries with the CP (who has lived here in various of her past lives), such pleasures are doubled, amplified...

TS