Sheila's entries appear in purple
Dan's entries appear in blue.
Sound clips are from a digital camera, so adjust your expectations accordingly.
Thursday, October 5
(Sheila) We drive out to Igualada, about an hour out of Barcelona past
Montserrat, to what turns out to be our best gig yet. The audience
positively loves us and we have figured out the best way to
communicate with them, besides playing music. Paula conjures up
a few words and sentences in Spanish, dutifully written on cheat
sheets at the base of the mic stand (we would love to speak the
preferred language of the province, Catalan, but no such luck even
though it seems close to French - the one thing we all have in
common). All four of us took French in high school rather than
Spanish) and I simply translate into English. This seems to amuse
the audience, as they understand our English better than our Spanish.
It amuses us too. On a Thursday night in Igualada the crowd is
thin at 11pm but by the time we hit our stride for our second set
after 12 the place is packed. They never sleep here. Oh, and the
house restaurant serves us a meal that includes a chicken wing of
oven-roasted, free-range chicken. I look around to see if anyone
notices that rather than be impolite, I eat the chicken and ignore
my 10-year-old vegetarian tendencies. It's delicious.