Got some rust out tonight in front of the city of San Diego. We were clearly excited to be back on stage, but clearly marred with technical difficulties all night. Our monitors cut out about two thirds of the way through All The Way Up To Heaven, and we got out of time with the casio beat which plays through the song and had to stop playing. I do recall I threw a drumstick against the wall behind me at that point. Such a temper. Anyway, people tend to find it endearing and human when we screw up. We were endearing and human tonight in San Diego.
Oh, and when the Guster Laptop isn’t crashing, it’s re-sending out emailers from November 1999 to everyone. And we thought our technical crap was limited to the stage.
Carlos, our bus driver, got pulled over for speeding last night.