Last Night In London

The trip is coming to a close. It’s been amazing. I was reflecting upon the last year, and I feel so fortunate. It has been incredible. Before I had this job I would dream about being able to travel internationally for work. I deserve all of it though!

I had to travel by bus from Manchester Picadilly to another train station because the tracks were being worked on. It wasn’t too bad. The train was awesome. I love traveling by train. I literally just stared out of the window for the entir 3.5 hours it took to get back to London. I had a nice conversation with an older Indian woman who had arrive into Manchester from Newark and was going to see her sick father in…ummm…I forgot the city. She pulled out a photo album and showed me her family. It was very sweet how proud she was of everyone. I had to wake her up when the train got to her stop. She was so tired. I spent most of the journey in silence though. Just watching the green pastures, sheep, cows and river zoom by. I was telling my dad that it was just like that typical picture you have of the English countryside. It was so beautiful.

For the last 30 minutes of the train ride, I sat with a woman called Heidi. She was a travel guide for U.S. trips to London, but her real job was an artist. She did interactive installations and has something going in a gallery. We had nice conversation and then said our good-byes. I love talking to complete strangers, especially while traveling. It’s so interesting to speak to people. Audrey tends to make fun of me and ask what the use is, but I just enjoy people. What can I say?

I arrived back in London, went to my hotel, dropped off my bags and then headed over to a small gallery called Proud to see Nirvana: With The Lights Out. It was a photography exhibit by Charles Peterson and Ian Tilton. Shayna told me about it, which I am so thankful for. In addition to the many Nirvana photos, they also had Jeff Buckley, The Who, Bob Marley, Elvis, John Lennon, etc. The Nirvana photos were incredible. I had seen a lot of them in books, but there’s nothing quite like seeing larger prints on a wall. It actually made me a bit emotional. They were playing the Unplugged concert in the gallery, which didn’t help my emotions. There were just some spooky photos that tugged at the hearrt strings. Nirvana were so talented and the music means a lot to me.

I’m relaxing for a bit before I head out on my last night. It’s been a great journey. I got a lot of work done. I’m very much looking forward to coming home to Audrey and Patrick. I miss them both so much. Oh, and if you ever travel abroad and need to call home a lot for any reason, I highly recommend Skype. It rules.

Not looking forward to that 12 hour ride home.

Demon Days Live

I’ve been in Manchester since Monday. The company sent me to see Demon Days Live. I was explaining to one of the kind women that I can’t even explain the excitement I have been feeling for the past several days. This is my job and it’s incredible. Just incredible. We’ll just leave it at that in the interest of time.

Last night was the third night I saw the show, which has yet to get old in the least. Damon Albarn is a fucking genius. The show was put together with such sincere thought and love for music that if that sort of thing is lost on you, it’s probably best you stay home anyway.

The show blew me away the first night. I had some expectations based on a few things that the company’s CEO told me, but it was nothing like I expected. The way the band sat at the back, out of focus while the guests and the music were the focus was amazing. Seeing Nenah Cherry, Bootie Brown, De La Soul, Ike Turner, Roots Manuva, Martina Topley Bird and Shaun Ryder all live on stage was incredible. Shaun was one of the big highlights. The crowd was crazy for him. Every guest was exciting, and I don’t mean that as some sort of dismissal. All of them were brilliant. I’ve gotten chills every single night when Bootie Brown comes out with the children’s choir for “Dirty Harry.” The strings, backing vocalists and of course the band just made for one of the best live music experiences I’ve had in my life.

From A Room In London

Actually, I’m in our London office right now. How cool is that? London office. All kinds of rock n’ roll posters all around. Yesterday was a bit crazy and I’m sure the lack of sleep wasn’t helping at all. By 6pm in London, I was having to concentrate very hard on everything. I could feel that my thinking was slightly impared. I was obsessively trying not to lose anything. From the moment I stepped off the train into Paddington, things weren’t going well. I got a SIM card so I could get my mobile going, then realzied a short time later that I had left my charger in LA. I had to get another phone, so I got one I would use in the states – a nice black RAZR v3. I wasn’t going to be able to get email anyway, so a phone was all I needed. If anyone feels inclined to say hello, you can text me at (44) 07818-413292. You may have to drop the 0, but I’m not sure. The phone thing was a bit of a pain and I keep running out of minutes.

Then I get to the office and realize the iGo power adapter I bought before I left isn’t working right and won’t charge my PowerBook. Luckily, I was a 5 minute walk from the Apple Store, so off I went. I was really feeling teh fact that I hadn’t eaten in several hours. I picked up the world adaptor kit, got back to the office, then relaized, I needed to actually get a new power adapter (that would be the 5th one Audrey and I own). Did I mention things are expensive here? Anyway, so I finally go everything done, waited a while for an associate and then went to my hotel as he talked dirty to some gal he met the night before. I’m not kidding.

We met up at his hotel, St. Martins Lane, which was quite nice and hip. It’s a Philippe Starck hotel. We went to a she-she Indian place for dinner called The Mint Leaf. The food was quite good, but it was fusion more than traditional. Having some food in me felt great, but I was still pretty pooped. My associate had a friend meet us there. Teh guy used to be Danger Mouse’s roommate in college. He’s going with us to Manchester tomorrow for the show. I’ll be staying in Manchester for the rest of the week.