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I'm overdue for an update, and I was really going to give it a good shot. But then I read my sister's eloquently detailed post and really, she's said it much better than I can seem to right now.
But I will say that it's wonderful to be in Sydney. It's wonderful to be there with my lover-man, my family and friends. I mean, I love touring on my own stead, but there is something wonderfully comforting about doing family shows. Particularly a show in which we celebrate the genius of another artist. Leonard Cohen has had such an incredible influence on my life, and to pay tribute to him in any small way is worth everything to me.
I love travelling with Stephen. Even though it makes him technically insane. But I'm proud of him for getting on a plane and flying for double-digit hours even when he's terrified of flying. Thank god that pride is what keep me from shoving him out the airlock when he pokes me for the 100th time in an hour in all his jumpiness. Though I am considering trying to check him into the cargo bay next time in a puppy crate filled with shredded newspaper.
Hawaii was wonderful, but Sydney is just amazing. This fantastic cosmopolitan city full of beautiful people, wonderful food and fabulous shopping. And the wine...oh good god, the wine. I'm a city boy and I love these things. Stephen is determined to get me out to see crocodiles...which I'm still railing against, unless it's in zoo...because I want to see koala bears and I am secretly fascinated by playtpuses...platyputi? How do you pluralize that, anyway?
If he keeps his end of the bargain to parade around our hotel room in a shark's tooth necklace and a Crocodile Dundee hat, I don't think I will be able to refuse him anything. Stupid sexy Stephen....
But I will say that it's wonderful to be in Sydney. It's wonderful to be there with my lover-man, my family and friends. I mean, I love touring on my own stead, but there is something wonderfully comforting about doing family shows. Particularly a show in which we celebrate the genius of another artist. Leonard Cohen has had such an incredible influence on my life, and to pay tribute to him in any small way is worth everything to me.
I love travelling with Stephen. Even though it makes him technically insane. But I'm proud of him for getting on a plane and flying for double-digit hours even when he's terrified of flying. Thank god that pride is what keep me from shoving him out the airlock when he pokes me for the 100th time in an hour in all his jumpiness. Though I am considering trying to check him into the cargo bay next time in a puppy crate filled with shredded newspaper.
Hawaii was wonderful, but Sydney is just amazing. This fantastic cosmopolitan city full of beautiful people, wonderful food and fabulous shopping. And the wine...oh good god, the wine. I'm a city boy and I love these things. Stephen is determined to get me out to see crocodiles...which I'm still railing against, unless it's in zoo...because I want to see koala bears and I am secretly fascinated by playtpuses...platyputi? How do you pluralize that, anyway?
If he keeps his end of the bargain to parade around our hotel room in a shark's tooth necklace and a Crocodile Dundee hat, I don't think I will be able to refuse him anything. Stupid sexy Stephen....