Coming home, after all

The boys and I are sitting in comfy leather chairs at our gate in Brussels INT'L Airport, a bittersweet affair. Though we're running on about 2 hours of sleep, we've got nothing but electrified patriot blood surging through our veins. We've grown fully accustomed to life as Euro Travelers.

This is Guillermo and I engaging in some social boundary experimentation.

We're tired, but totally stoked to be flying home after this little 6 week stint. Yesterday's show at Latitude Festival in the UK was pretty sweet, I met Brian LeBarton, Beck's keysmaster, and my friend Ed from GrizBear was standing side stage.

Look at that. What a damn sweet way to leave things off for 10 days of some serious rest. Short and sweet, our set was 35 minutes. I even saw Charlotte Gainsbourg walking around for a hot second, one of her femme-bandmates told me where to get the dope tights she was rocking -- I gotta come up with some serious stage outfits. I was too intimidated to go up and give my fan props to CharGain, she's just too epic right now. 

DrEaMbOaT.