I had an incredibly cool, Rolling Stone type article about the unbelievable music education that Cam (our friend and co-manager) has been giving us, but Glenn - being a Wanker - stole my idea and made off like a bandit.  Imagine that.  The Irish stealing and the Native's getting effed.  In lieu of my fantastic musical story, here are some lovely, scenic photographs from our hotel room.  It's easy to understand how life could spiral wildly out of control when all of this (and 3 bags of free alcohol) land at your feet on a daily basis.  I don't think I'll worry about it unless Cam decides to slum it and join us every time we go out on the road.  I shall live in hope and fear.