Most shows have me returning to my bed at night to crash.  Occasionally I’m in a hotel room hoping the sheets were washed with really, really hot water.  Then there is the very rare gig where you are in a country that you can’t even read the signage on the hotel’s front door!  “Welcome to Japan.” 

I was blessed with the opportunity to go perform music in this nice country.  Everyone treated me like a freakin’ rock star from the time I stepped off the plane, yet I was really a nobody.  The sound engineers (mostly women) were motivated, qualified, and friendly.  The fans were amazing and kind – some traveled by train over an hour, and brought us food (this must be a custom for I just saw a Weezer video where Japanese brought them food too.)

Days were spend climbing Mt. Fuji, visiting a noodle bar, trying to find authentic souvenirs that didn’t look like I got them in the States.  Mostly there was so much to take in, I just didn’t want to exhaust myself before the evening show.