Steve Ignorant

View from the bus window

And it goes on and on into the distance with no signs of stopping, you look out the side windows of the bus and you think someone's playing with your head because you look out the window an hour later and the scenery is just the same.

You get off the bus for a while and you find yourself wobbling about and you think maybe you're hung over but you're not, you're experiencing 'Bus Legs', which I've not even had from being on the lifeboat. But it is an amazing thing to be doing,

I've never seen this in real life before and I'm really enjoying it. I'm looking at places where those braves, women and children roamed in freedom before they got fucked over and I'm just getting a whiff of the scale of what must have happened - I'm not being depressing or preachy but no book or film can prepare you for the real thing.

Yours truly, in South Dakota.

And at the end of this vast flat land is a place called Seattle where there are people to see and meet, and I'm really looking forward to it. Plus there's no gig tonight so I can have a few quiet beers without feeling nervous. What a lovely Easter Sunday.