This email came in from a girl named Katie:
“I liked the picture of Adam that you had in your road journals but I like this one better.”
We’re all big fans of Photoshop here on the Gusbus. Indeed, 90% of my Guster Gazette jokes stem from placing our heads over other people’s bodies, or other people’s heads over our bodies. I simply never get tired of it. But Katie’s work begs the question: Did she find a picture of herself that happened to work well with the photo of Adam or DID SHE SPECIFICALLY POSE THAT WAY WITH THE INTENTION OF ADDING HERSELF TO THE PHOTO!?
We’ll have to wait for Katie to speak up. In the meantime, I should think of reasons why that distinction might be significant. It really doesn’t matter. Katie made a t-shirt out of the photo and wore it to our show in Pittsburgh.
About an hour before our set in Minneapolis last night we found out that Prince was coming to the show. He’d put in a ticket request, and we confirmed that his bodyguards (two of the three of them, anyway) were already at the venue. We were pumped. Martin Sexton was pumped. Marty played “Purple Rain.” I hit the drums as hard as I could. Just for Prince. We got off stage and looked in Pasty’s eyes and they told us everything. It was just like Waiting for Guffman. Prince didn’t show up…
… until halfway through John Mayer’s set. He sat on a roadcase by the soundboard at the back of the theater with his girlfriend and watched John play, nodding his head to the music, mouthing “Your Body Is A Wonderland,” seemingly unaffected by what he missed. It made me sad. I couldn’t even take a picture of him. What about all the good times we shared, Prince? So we went and saw The Shins play at the 400 Bar in Minneapolis at 11:30 and they were fantastic. Oh, inverted world.