It is a struggle for me to keep up my blog obligations at present – now 5 days into the whirlwind of our first proper US tour.

I am beginning to understand the gasps of terror from more seasoned performers on seeing our itinerary.

And I am yet to fully find my sea legs but not long now.We have left the stages of our first 3 triumphant performances in flames- though sadly there were only about 10 people to see it happen at our very first show off the rank- in Danbury, Connecticut.

But I have grown to love the ugly sadism of reality and the next two shows in Pennsylvania and Massachusetts were well attended in recompense.

I must make special mention of our ‘House Concert’ in the home of Don & Jan Slepian in the foothills of the Appalachians. A wonderful night of real hospitality. Don is a spectacularly talented musician himself and began the evening with a bell and then a stirring performance of one of his own compositions (made extra noteworthy because over the course of it he employed every sample available on his synthesizer keyboard). My hyperactive imagination couldn’t shake the feeling that we were in the midst of an occult gathering of some kind. There was a dog and also a fine cat named Fiddle which could talk.

After our concert Jan told me grimly that she thought I could be the soul-twin of her brother, the resemblance being so strong – and I was then obliged to pose alongside framed photos as proof. It was fantastically strange in the happy way that all great things are in America or anywhere for that matter.

But now I must go and do some laps of a pool or something….KC