Glasgow

I'm sitting in a cafe/bar called Stereo where last night Stars of the Lid played. Tonight we support them and I'm a little nervous. If only we could have played with them last night.
Instead we had the worst night of the tour, a noisy unattentive crowd that showed absolutely no regard for any of the bands and their art.
My pedals break, we can't even hear ourselves play and it's a frustration I haven't felt for some time. Some people must have enjoyed it as we sold a few records but I hated every minute of it from arriving at the venue to leaving.
However we meet old friends and new friends and Heidi brings us some home-made Glissando badges which brightens the mood.
Celtic won the Scottish championship at the expense of Rangers, someone is shot in town as a result, the atmosphere is dark as we trudge through the city to our hostel and some bastard steals my lighter.