Last night’s orchestral concert at the Hollywood Bowl was excellent, but marred by the inconsiderate and selfish behaviour of a handful of individuals. I even ended up losing my temper and threatening a couple of them. Get the whole story if you care to know why.
The backstage party was a lot of fun, though. I mostly hung out with Niall and Simeon, but had a good conversation with John Bonnar about his involvement with the band. Sadly, he doesn’t think the band will ever perform together again after this tour, but you never know, of course. Who’d have thought that the band would even reunite for this one? Similarly, he’s doubtful about the prospect of the band ever recording together again.
A few words had with Lisa and Brendan ended the evening on a high note.
And now, we’re in San Diego, just fifteen miles from the Mexican border.
The day started in Los Angeles with an atrociously bad breakfast at IHOP and half an hour spent at the impressively large and complete Amoeba Music on Sunset Boulevard. After that, we embarked on the drive down to the tail-end of southern California.
Once we’d dumped the stuff in our room, we continued south to San Ysidro, where we parked the car and took a coach across the Mexican border to Tijuana. It was my second trip to this border town. Last time, I had a girlfriend with me, but this time, there was nothing to discourage the droves of massage and sex show peddling doormen from ad infinitem offers of gorgeous girls, each assuring me that the competitors could offer only old and fat women and that the true beauties awaited us within their establishment.
I was curious enough that I would have ventured inside (purely in the name of journalistic investigation, you understand), but Geoff was reluctant to explain to his wife that he had beheld naked women, even if his intentions were not to be aroused. Sadly, the lovely ladies of Tijuana therefore remain unbeknownst to me.
An amble around town and a decidely mediocre dinner with a one time Ethiopian refugee turned Ohio night-club owner completed Geoff’s low-brow introduction to Latin America. We headed back to the bus station. Thankfully, no grief awaited me at the US border control as I reentered the country.
Tomorrow night is my fourth and final Dead Can Dance concert of this trip. I don’t have to tell you that I’m looking forward to it.
Looking forward to the setlist. We’ll post some crappy pictures on our site and maybe a few tiny movie clips. Artists of this caliber rarely come to San Diego, and when they do, I make a point to thank them for coming.
A once in a lifetime event for me. I’m curious to know how it stacked up against other shows on this tour.
Cheers,
-m