Chicago.
Hotel 71.
A very nice rather posh hotel.
No complaints, except that is until I am forced to leave sometime tomorrow afternoon.
But I will deal with that tomorrow.
Fighting sickness now for the 2nd day in a row.
This morning I was coughing and my throat was hurting. Now I am coughing and have a runny nose. Tonight's show was OK. Not the best sounding venue from an acoustical stand point. You can only push/pull a frequency so much. At some point you realize you can not overcome the room. As always you just try and make the most of it. Tim was walking the venue and doing what he could with wireless eq tablet in hand, but there was only so much that could be done.
We drive to Texas tomorrow. A fairly long drive that make me wish I was flying.
Another day in paradise.

French's yellow mustard dyes my fingers yellow. The fact that the stuff tastes like ass and leaves behind a mess is enough to make me stay away from the stuff forever. But when the condiment tray is less than plentiful you use what is at hand. Today I am in Toronto, Canada. It looks like we are at a marina with a water park next door. And in the middle of it all is an amphitheater. It really is nice as compared to some of the other sites. Today is Sam's birthday. He will DJ at the aftershow party tonight which should be fun. Last night I went out to The Brass Rail with a few of the production crew. There were about 12 of us in total spread out around the place. I forget how nice Canadian strip clubs are as compared to other countries. The fact that the US dollar goes further here in Canada then just about any place in the world helps as well. And now I am sitting in the dressing room waiting. Waiting for the band to get here. Waiting for the backline gear to be set up so I can set up microphones. Waiting for the show to start. Waiting for dinner. Waiting. Hurry up and wait.