USA Tour Blog Final Summary!
Ah, the final blog. Long overdue and, thanks to my terrible short-term memory, probably lacking in a lot of detail. To save you from a tedious gig-by-gig breakdown I will give you a summation of the last week-and-a-bit in America, which for the most part was based in Chicago; the windy city was pretty much HQ for the entire tour. We partied hard but not quite as hard as the beginning and middle parts of the tour, in fact we often found ourselves getting tucked up side-by-side on cozy hard-wood flooring almost as soon as the gigs were done. Indeed, there was a running joke by the end of the tour that almost every inanimate object was starting to look like comfortable, sleep-designed apparatus. Pointing to a bicycle- “Oh look! A bed!”, etc.
The gigs were good, we had the awesome Bulldog Drummond with us featuring two great Italians, Thomas Morton and Laurence Tarbuck (names anglified for your understanding), and we met some really cool people. We played a university and experienced a bit of fraternity life (another planet), we played in some dive bars and some really nice venues. Conor finally watched Naked Gun.
Emotions were mixed upon leaving the States. We’d had a great time and knew we would miss and treasure this experience but, at the same time, we were exhausted and ready to go home. We were ready for a proper cup of tea and just a nice simple sandwich for lunch. Ready to go back to a place where you don’t stir interest in everyone by being English and where it’s okay to be a little on the quiet side with strangers. American friends, don’t get me wrong, I think you guys are brill but we’d had six whole weeks of an entirely different culture and us Brits can be rather grumpy at times and we quite like it that way!
Upon arriving in the UK, Conor lost his passport somewhere between his aeroplane seat and floundering at the passport control booth. Fortunately they let him back into old Blighty after an hour long interrogation, so he was free to roam the green and pleasant lands, or to lose his phone in a black cab, which was his preferred option. I’m sure I can speak for all when I say we learned a lot from this tour. For instance how hairy one can become when one doesn’t shave for six weeks and what it feels like to do a tour which will undoubtedly knock years off your life expectancy. We made some incredible new friends, reaffirmed existing friendships and tested the hell out of them and had a good old time. America really is fun.
Thanks for reading. What an adventure! A massive thank you from WSP to Davide Cardea- legend, Fabio, Lele, Lorenzo and Tomasso and all those who helped us in some way to make the tour work. Peas.