Tony Penultimate

Day 4 Wharton Center, East Lancing. MI

Today marks an important moment in the progress of this tour - the first page of the 12 sheet tour schedule (double sided) can be torn out and thrown in the bin. We've been here before - in 2012, when Kitty was still playing with us and we are staying in the same hotel, on the giant campus which stretches for miles.

I finally got a good nights sleep and am back in the groove (I think). The morning passed uneventfully, I bumped into Jonty and Rich at breakfast - we had a rehearsal in Wills room, working on 'Star Trek' and a few other things - Jonty had to visit a doctor as he had pulled something in his leg getting his suitcase off the carousel at the airport. 

So we all mooched around until 4pm when it was time to go to the venue. Thankfully there were some shops nearby so I went and bought a six pack for us to drink after the show (many campuses are 'dry' and 'smoke free' in the US) - but you are allowed to play rock'n'roll sometimes. 

We jumped in taxis to get to the venue (a few miles away) but the driver of our cab wouldn't let us put our bags/instruments in the boot - Leisa speculated that he'd got his wife locked in there or it was full of bondage gear.

Sensing our irritation the driver tried being matey:

'Where you guys from'

'The UK'

'Oh yeah? - My Grandma came from there'

'Right - what part?'

'Whats that big place?'

'You mean London?'

'Yeah' 

Walking up to the Wharton Centre - like most theatres on American campuses, it was a cavermous barn which held about 2/3 thousand seats.

I've seen some rotten shows in my time, so I'm not wholly against the idea of shooting at the performers, but I'm glad the venue was 'looking after us' - the food they gave us was excellent too.

There were several panels of photos like these with all the many legends who had performed here. While we were waiting to go on we videoed a quick tribute to Dick Dale (the King of Surf Rock) who died this week. Reading about him, it turned out that despite his name, he was a Lebanese American, which would explain why his big hit "Miserlou' (used in many films) sounds so middle eastern.

The show went over well and despite the size of the theatre (and a big audience) we manged to put the energy over. After the show instead of signing we went out on stage to do a Q&A with ukulele players who had attended (about 200) and then back to the hotel.

 

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