We’re staying at a pied-à-terre in Santa Monica while Scott finishes his final weeks of rehearsal. Pastel sunsets and salty air. The kids have taken over the giant bean bag in the center of the living room, which I think is meant to be a coffee table but is now a dog bed. They are pictured above with their snazzy summer haircuts.
We leave for Japan on September 8th, where Weezer will rock (and I will shop) Nagoya, Fukuoka, Tokyo and Osaka. The epic US tour begins September 23rd in Boston. Check out http://weezer.com/ for the tour dates. Tug my sleeve if we drift your way.
Meanwhile, I am hard at work on the memoir and planning to write on the road. Tour is a floaty thing. I’m going to have to hitch my brain to an anchor somehow.
I finished Tree of Smoke a few days ago. It took me about as long as the Vietnam war itself to finish it. But- Denis Johnson, you bastard, you really are transcendent. We are unforgivable. And we are forgiven.
