Miss You

Saw Mick Jagger on Larry King Live the other night. God he sounded so phony, trying hard to appear to be a nice guy. Still, it was interesting when he talked about needing a huge audience to energize him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to perform. Sort of like the Suzanne Somers book about using hormones to animate a dormant sex drive...he should've tried playing with us in Minneapolis earlier that same night.

Now we're back in Chicago, resting for two days before we go to Detroit, then New Haven and Boston to finish up the tour. "Resting" meaning doing a radio show, replacing Eric's blown speaker, trying to send out the rest of our CD orders and, this being Chicago, eating everything in sight.

I wish I could sit down and write a recap of all the places we've been and people we've seen on this trip, but the Mexican restaurant down the street is calling - I think there's a large margarita with my name on it sitting there, salt glistening on the rim like the sweat on Mick's brow or Suzanne's heaving bosom.