Today we remain in Los Angeles, home of Mathematics.
There’s famous people falling out of our shoes here and the smog is shining and we saw King Kong at Universal Studios about 48 hours before his untimely demise.

Like Billy Joel says, ‘We didn’t start the fire’.
Or like Billy Joe says, ‘One nation controlled by the media’ (© WB Music Corp).

Yesterday we played at the Hollywood Bowl and our computer decided to switch itself off at the beginning of Await Rescue. At the end of Await Rescue (we did an ‘analogue’ version of it) we switched the computer back on and it tried to deafen the entire audience. This was probably kinda cool because it looked like quite a lot of them hadn’t noticed that there was a band on stage.

Today is a 2nd sold-out Cure show in LA at The Shrine, which is essentially ‘Carter Beats the Devil’ in the shape of a theatre. Or theater. The basement is haunted. Only Simon and Rob have been down there so far.

Like Ray Parker Jr says, ‘I ain’t afraid of no ghost’.

We’re thinking about opening with some techno and ending with drum’n'bass and white noise tonight. We’ve been trying to avoid these tactics because, y’know, we’re supposed to be making people like us. But there’s only so many times we can play heartbreaking, breathtakingly beautiful, too-mighty-for-words, glorious, masterful, epic post-rock songs to make audiences weep and kiss before we bore ourselves to sleep. We held back at the Bowl because we were on when the sun was still out and people were just getting settled, tucking into their nachos and burgers. Four tiny people flailing away to a laptop might have looked a little silly to those up in the bleachers. But tonight we might go for it.

Like Gwen Stefani says, ‘Something something, bleachers, something student teachers… This shit is bananas! B! A-N-A-N-A-S!’

Do I even mean bleachers? Or is that something else entirely?

Since the last update, 65daysofstatic:

- Got altitude sickness at Red Rocks.
- Got looked after by Fear Before the March of Flames.
- Heard their new demos which are AWESOME.
- Got drunk at Salt Lake City on hard liquor (Take that, mormons!)
- Played the Gorge festival in a canyon and enjoyed Tegan & Sara afterwards.
- Found sushi in Vancouver.
- Watched Indiana Jones and bought records in Portland.
- Tried to figure out what we’re gonna do with our lives after this tour in San Jose.
- Kissed the Pacific in Santa Barbara.

That about sums it up, I think. If you want to try and recreate an average day-in-the-life of 65daysofstatic on tour with The Cure, get some vodka, some bourbon, some ice, some energy drink, sun-burn yourself, sleep, and jump around like crazy for 30minutes every 48 hours or so and then go watch an incredible band for 3 hours. It’s suprisingly rewarding.

Rob just came to look for the video camera so he could make an episode of Most Haunted in the basement. I’m gonna go and get it for him.

We promised photos this time, didn’t we?
They’re coming. Honest.
65.x