With the help of M. Pillot, now I have to assemble info for a radio show taping for tomorrow morning. Well, there's nothing much to do today, so it's not that bad.
What a strange place Chandler is: a made up resort on the edge of the desert. We were treated quite well by the promoter; everything was well done, from the accommodatios to the dinner to the venue. We also sold a box of CDs, so it was all good. Heading to LAX right now, and it's a beautiful day out there. I'm looking forward to playing at McCabe's: I've heard about for so long that it's somewhat of an icon to me.
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