In the basement at WNUR while Tim & Andy figure out how to play all our hits on bass & guitar throughnneapolis, poor fellas, and then the local crowd who were fairly supportive. One guy kept yelling for Slowburn until Andy actually pulled out his wienie and peed on the fool. We played well, though, after I dropped my sticks about 20 times during Garden City Blues & Timmy wacked me over the head with a bottle of Ginger Beer. We were put up in a swank visiting-professor guest house, & James & I went to an actual college party. I struck out with a girl from Queen Anne hill & slept in the bathtub until the cops woke me at 7:00 AM, at which time I ran back to the guest house,

woke everyone up, packed the van & drove in a panic to Madison, Wisconsin, where we experienced, I pray,the absolute worst show of the tour. We played 4 songs & were very, very eager to leave. I won't elaborate further, but let me say I am happy to be in Chicago, excited to see old friends, and eager as a rabid fucking dog to play a real rock show.

We've been surrounded by college kids for the last few days, and it's been a little rough. They can't cook well, they can't cook enough, they either can't talk or they don't know when to shut up, and they live in the most hideous conditions.... I feel sorry for them, but honestly, I just don't feel this sort of lifestyle is something I benefit from being exposed to. And even if I wanted to help, what could I do?

Stayed in a Motel 6 last night; ate at a Taco Bell this morning.

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