In Kansas City, posted up in a hotel not seven blocks from the Lips show, freshening up before our big night of entertainment.

Smooth sailing the whole way here. Bluebird skies. A good headwind. Lots of NPR and Lips tunes. Leigh and her greatness. Road grub. Clean sheets. Etc.

Good times.

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Those Lips, playing their cosmic shit, in an hour. I never get tired of this stuff.