Called Toyah at 11.02. She was in a van with BBC cameramen driving around a Thai town at end of their day, seeing fat old Englishmen taking a marked interest in beautiful Thai girls.
15.38
I was last here with G3 in 1997, having fun with Joe, Stu & Mr. Drummer. But this hotel - the Renaissance - is pretty dismal. There is clearly no central brain at work to direct the quality control. The expensive restaurant last night, which held the sole virtue for me of being in the hotel, served its pasta almost hot. When I commented on this, they kindly served me another - exactly the same: almost hot. This was laid out on the plate, as with the first, too far ahead of time for a good chef to find acceptable.
The health club has no hair shampoo or conditioner in the men's shower. This is also indicative of no central quality brain.
The heating isn't activated until the outside temperature is 40 degree F or below. So, if it's cold but not freezing, the hotel room is also cold but not freezing.
The mall to which the hotel is connected has a bright surface with nothing beneath. Of the two people serving me at the Caribou Coffee kiosk, the first was brusque & disconnected with her job - it took her a while to realise that I had twice given her the correct answer to the trivia question of the day (which discounted me 10 cents on my coffee) - "Le Morte d'Arthur"; the second, who actually prepared my coffee, was straightforward rude. Trey was already sitting there, accepting of a Gigster's fate, reading a Crimson article in the Cleveland Scene based on an interview with Adrian. For my part I completed "Heart Without Measure: Work with Madame de Salzmann"" by Ravi Ravindra (Shaila Press, Nova Scotia 1999).
Now, back in my dismal room.
23.46
A dismal show: there was nothing at its heart. The band was disjointed & untogether. Quote of the night, to Adrian from an audient:
"We have the right to choose our form of suffering."
