This one was in a weird suburb of Rome. We were on tour, opening for our buddies Gogol Bordello, so we had the rare luxury of a lot of
free time to kill during the day and we usually spent it doing cultural things (museums, galleries, and such) but there wasn't anything
at all around the bizarro discotheque club we were playing. Except for this gilded pope fella. Later, when I was loading gear off the
completely dark stage, I tripped and diced my finger open real badly on a vocal monitor. The "deadagain" I did in the filthy, Italian
ambulance outside the club kinda trumps this pic. Note to others, never do a "deadagain" in a filthy, Italian ambulance.
110 . TRAVEL WITH PURPOSE