For me and I think a large proportion of the band, today was a slow day. Exertions of the past few nights take an inevitable toll and every now and then there comes a day like today. Everything seems to move a little slower, traffic seems heavier, my bag seems heavier, the sunlight – once we cruise above the cloud base – is brighter, there are long periods of silence in the cars and there is extensive napping. Like all days however, the ultimate goal is to be ready for the show and this is what the band are focussed on doing. The 45 minute flight down to Indianapolis from Midway (still busy) brought with it a one hour time difference. I considered this a ‘time loan’ as we would be returning to Chicago after-show. I didn’t adjust my watch.
Man of many socks. Steve Bond, our illustrious catering coordinator is the bearer of an array of brightly coloured football socks. Each day he has a new pair on display as he greets us upon arrival outside the venue. I think this new-found religion is a result of an injury he sustained towards the end of the European leg (no pun intended), Steve received a gash which needed careful treatment which included the donning of long socks.