Our third week here. It’s become a regular day & night out of the apartment – we’re at Gulu Gulu Cafe for another Wednesday Open Mic. Capacity crowd tonight, a hundred people in here. This part of Salem feels to me like a cross between Brunswick & Smith Streets (Melbourne, Australia). It feels good (beer helping). Home constantly on our minds at the moment. Max and I are developing an unspoken pact. No talking about home right now (when we start, it ends in teary eyes). In two weeks, we’ll be out on the road for a huge tour (need to focus).

American accent. Are we getting one? Sometimes I hear Max talking and it’s happening. Rolling of the R”s. Other times, everything sounds ‘normal’, whatever that is. Well… it is what it is (that’s what they say in the South). I love that saying, ‘It is what it is’.

Mojo, our dog, has a particularly ugly head (we call it a ‘regal ugliness’). He’s a Staffy (Staffordshire Bull Terrier). Someone once said (I think it was Clive), Mojo has the head of a bullfrog and the body of a wombat. True. But all the same, I really wanna kiss that head right now. We both do.

Checkya tomorrow.
Fires out.