Well we are now almost a full week into our tour. I’m writing this from a Holiday Inn in southern Alabama, not far from the Florida border. The only reason I know that we are close to Florida is because last night we had to drive there to buy some beer. Alcohol is prohibited in this county on Sundays. Thankfully Florida is only 10 minutes away, and just across the State line there was a rather grumpy man who run a drive thru liquor store. Not even Mike’s best Hugh Grant English could make him happy to serve us. I dunno, must be the gators.
The South has been amazing - funnily enough it looks just like I though it would. All sunken houses, and it’s hot. There are bugs everywhere and it all looks a bit run down. I love it.
In Atlanta we had nowhere to stay, but were instantly offered a place to stay by the woman behind the bar at the venue we played. At her house we listened to Dylan bootleg 66 album on vinyl and it sounded amazing.
Another lady turned up to the gig with bags of food and mix tapes for us. The generousity of people around here is stunning.
Yesterday we saw a sign on the highway to the Hank Williams museum. We turned off to find it but it was closed. Still we listened to Hank Williams in the car, and saw the house where he grew up.
Seems like God is in charge around here. I’ve never really been to a place like this before, but I do really like it.
Last night we found a motel with a pool and went swimming as other sun went down. That made us very happy indeed.