Rome, 12/2/10
We pull into Rome before the sun sets and it feels SO GOOD to be back in a real city. We take our coats off for the first time since Barcelona and roll the windows down in the van. The club is tucked under an ancient Roman aquaduct that winds through the city like a bridge to another time. Kate and Margot and I grab some beers from the green room and take off, following the aquaduct down alleys and boulevards, taking in the welcome energy of the city and the incredible oldness of the ruins. After soundcheck we hustle back out, on a mission to see the Colosseum before we play. We cut through a sprawling park just south of the ancient stadium, passing lovers and teenagers and bums and feeling at home in the city. We have to scale the locked park gate to get out onto the street and I feel a rush of gratitude to be in the company of such excellent babes. The Colosseum is mind-bending and huge and beautifully deserted at 10:30pm. Stray cats pass through the gates with impunity and I try to take pictures of them but they are too quick. We run back to the club and change clothes for the show and someone tells me I look like I am a witch from the future, which sounds about right to me! We play to a decent crowd and when we are done I wander around the grounds of the club, which has a maze of gardens and patios all filled with the hum of people drinking and smoking and talking. I talk to some American girls who are studying in Rome and a group of frat guys that loved the show and my mind races off with a plan to sell everything and move to Rome with Chris to study painting and ride Vespas. We go out for a late dinner with Luke at a little restaurant that stays open just for us and it is fantastic. Wine and pasta and chicken and amazing tiramisu for dessert. It starts raining as we walk back to the club to load out and all the handsome Italian booking guys help us with our gear and send us off with kisses and ciao bellas.
We pull into Rome before the sun sets and it feels SO GOOD to be back in a real city. We take our coats off for the first time since Barcelona and roll the windows down in the van. The club is tucked under an ancient Roman aquaduct that winds through the city like a bridge to another time. Kate and Margot and I grab some beers from the green room and take off, following the aquaduct down alleys and boulevards, taking in the welcome energy of the city and the incredible oldness of the ruins. After soundcheck we hustle back out, on a mission to see the Colosseum before we play. We cut through a sprawling park just south of the ancient stadium, passing lovers and teenagers and bums and feeling at home in the city. We have to scale the locked park gate to get out onto the street and I feel a rush of gratitude to be in the company of such excellent babes. The Colosseum is mind-bending and huge and beautifully deserted at 10:30pm. Stray cats pass through the gates with impunity and I try to take pictures of them but they are too quick. We run back to the club and change clothes for the show and someone tells me I look like I am a witch from the future, which sounds about right to me! We play to a decent crowd and when we are done I wander around the grounds of the club, which has a maze of gardens and patios all filled with the hum of people drinking and smoking and talking. I talk to some American girls who are studying in Rome and a group of frat guys that loved the show and my mind races off with a plan to sell everything and move to Rome with Chris to study painting and ride Vespas. We go out for a late dinner with Luke at a little restaurant that stays open just for us and it is fantastic. Wine and pasta and chicken and amazing tiramisu for dessert. It starts raining as we walk back to the club to load out and all the handsome Italian booking guys help us with our gear and send us off with kisses and ciao bellas.
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