Training Log Archive: Becks

Uh oh...it's Monday morning again. Proved to self preconceived notion that it is not possible to "just pop into NYC for a gig," was correct, arriving home at 2am. And that was from a gig in Manhattan, and not Brooklyn. Totally worth it though, apart from the weird start to the second half where they went a bit Jack Johnson strumtastic on us. You can't really play with many strings then take them away and stand around like you're in the pub. Tiny Vessels and Transatlanticism to end, with the whole audience singing "Come On" on their feet...brilliant. Liked the Beacon too, pretty place.

Will run home from work again today, too shattered this morning.

Too tired and a bit snivelly. But I am allowed to wimp out of today - not tomorrow morning though!