Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

We’re playing tonight in Lund, at a club called Mejeriet.  We’re opening for Kristian Kjellvander, who’s been described to me as the Richard Buckner of Sweden.  We just finished soundchecking; Kristian’s band finished their check earlier in the day.  Very nice theater, sort of like Park West in Chicago.  Dinner’s at seven, doors are at eight and we play at nine.  Thirty minute set tonight, which is fine by me since my voice is getting tired of the daily grind!  Kristian has an enormous amount of gear onstage here.  I imagine we’ll be crowded out of the dressing room once the band gets back, but I don’t mind.

Jan is still driving me a little crazy.  He wants to use my computer something fierce and keeps looking over my shoulder to see if I’m online (of course I’m not) and to see what I’m typing.  This morning we went to a little coffee shop in Stockholm to get coffee and a pastry before getting on the road.  He ordered a lasagna dinner, so he spent like twice as much money as me or Ryan.  A few hours later Ryan and I got sandwiches at a gas station for lunch, and he got one too.  He sure eats a lot!  I wouldn’t mind except that I know he’s using tour money to do this, and it just ain’t fair since me and Ryan are obviously trying to conserve our money.  I just hope he wasn’t using our tour money when he got totally smashed last night at Debaser.  I’m sorry I have such a bad attitude about him but I can’t help it, that’s my instinct.  He’s always dropping names and hoping he can impress us with the musicians he’s met or blah blah blah.  He got very very excited that my show last night got written up in Aftonbladet, one of the main Swedish newspapers.  I was all… "okay, that’s nice" but Jan has been talking about it since he first spotted the music writer in the club last night.  To me the publicity is just so random that all I can do is play my best every night, and feel mildly happy when they don’t trash me in print, or say that I was married to somebody I wasn’t.  (Jan said that some of the Swedish papers have been printing that I was married to BILL CALLAHAN, for cryin’ out loud!  I never even fucked the guy!! haha.)