Susie Asado

Tour Magic

All is packing and unpacking. Our perfect bags and perfect trunk. Doing our best to leave nothing behind. Doing our best not to move into the places along the way. There is always that temptation to stay. Like right now, Alicja, Ariel and I are listening to records in a beautiful apartment in Liege where everything has a place and a story. Sweet recouperation. Sun is shining through the windows, a train buzzes through the green back yard. We had a dreamy show at L’An Vert last night. Some nights it all comes together and we felt so very understood and got to be goofy and smart and sexy sticking out boobs and butts. Yes. I am learning to do such things. L’An Vert is a welcoming collective where all details and people are gentle and kind and so very attentive. It was an afternoon of ukulele playing. A once a month ukulele marathon with a show in in the evening. I never think of myself as a ukulele player so much, but yes, there is that sweet ukulele I like to play. So there was a kind of belonging. I even got to talk to other ukulele players about their ukuleles and perhaps I am a ukulele nerd and I didn’t even know it. Hmmmm, what else . . . We visited that amazing train station in Liege that is like a grand spaceship. Not one of those mall like modern trainstations, but a place for arrival and departure of the epic kind. I would like to arrive there one day. Step out of a train and be welcomed by that gentle roof. Yes, feeling pretty romantic these days. I think it was Leverkusen that did it to me. Those “struppig tanzen”. Or perhaps it started with the suspended railway in Wuppertal. But most of all singing with my lovely double AA ladies. So goes a little report from the bliss of touring . . .