July 19: We stayed at the Hotel Weston (i.e., Bob's house), pleasant as always. Slow getting out of town, picking up some gear. Picking up some sandwiches. Watching the endless rain coming down and feeling sorry for everyone who is at Pitchfork today. What can we do -- we're playing in Detroit tonight.
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Well, there's one thing you can say about Michigan -- it's one helluva lot flatter than Massachusetts.