After a lovely plateful of Buffalo wings and a few Blue moon beers we leave the City of Angels at around 2am, onward and upward ........to....portland?....no, Sand Frand Sizco! Yey - a-koo-koo-ra-cha, a-koo-koo-ra-cha, I lurv this place!
Unfortunately we didn't have a great deal of time there as we had to do a radio show at Dawns crowing cocks crack, I mean the crack of Dawn as the cock crows - eugh, twas very good though. The Gig was fantastic, in fact I think it may have been the best of the tour so far, good nutty crowd reminiscent of gigs in Ireland or Scotland, everyone sang along and went for it, even in the Ballads - everyone took the opportunity in the quiet numbers to tell each other how much they were enjoying themselves, cheeky!