I arrived at our Atlanta HQ just after midnight; Graham, Bobby and Travis trailed. (Black Meat had performed earlier at the Drunken Unicorn, and stayed late to catch the set of the Norwegian, metal-ish headliners. I pulled into the compound ahead of the Baader-Meinhof Jr. crew.)
We rattled off the usual conversational trifles (Pieter Brueghel, Richard Hamilton, Purient, The Lovin' Spoonful) then settled in to top-level gab.
Travis had to jet; between goodbyes, GM sorted his tour rig. Bobby was knackered (but looked gorgeous nonetheless), and soon begged off for bed upstairs. Graham and I then shaved our heads... All in a day's refusals.
Pix of the sheep shearing to follow.
More from Nashville later today.