Journal

Sunday, July 10, 2005

"My friends are gone and my hair is grey..."

I woke up with a line from John Cale's song "Tower of Song" going round in my head "...I ache in the places where I used to play...". I ache pretty much everywhere at this point, although I'm still enjoying myself. Still paying my dues in the Tower of Words, I suppose.

So yesterday I did the local MTV (an MTV station so far out of the cultural mainstream that it still plays rock videos, how cool is that? I think they'll put the interview out on Friday here) and some more interviews and, after finally conquering the evil of the hotel's printers, successfully printed some ANANSI BOYS out. And then I read to a large crowd, and signed for about grateful 600 people (including, at the end of the night, the ones who had stuck around hopefully outside in the heat but didn't have line numbers, although they only got a signature).

The FAQ line is completely filled with messages from people in Manila saying "when I got to the front of the line I didn't say anything/burst into tears/said something stupid but what I wish I'd said was....", all of which are really nice and none of which I'm posting here.

And instead I'm going to get up and get dressed and fight with the evil printers one last time before going off to the morning's first interview. (You must imagine me on one side, all early-morning bleary, holding a golden sword of truth and righteousness, while these printers lumber menacingly over the hill towards me).