Autumn in Amsterdam

For an indifferent city, Amsterdam’s weather is very moody. Sunny clear skies, then a burst of rain, then a full rainbow, then a flash of lightning, a clap of thunder, and hail. And still people riding their bicycles, riding in parkas, holding umbrellas, talking on mobile phones. They don’t really mind, here.

On our way back to the hotel after the show last night, a dude that seemed very tall rolled up behind us on his bike. He came up suddenly, and pointing at Murray, firmly congratulated us on the gig. It started to rain and he questioned why we had to walk back to the hotel? Murray replied: “I put my pants on like everyone else, one leg at a time!” The rain got a little harder as he rode off. Then the rain stopped, and that was the end of it.

Bloggers of the World, Unite and Take Over: Evidently they already have. They have learned to be complimentary, racist, kind, hateful, spiteful, loving, sexist, grateful, supportive, caring and most of all, genuine. I have seen it all, everything they have written in their diaries, posted on message boards. Every tiny impulse they have had, however hurtful, however their words sometimes consume me, however insightful (knowing and unknowing). They can destroy me and elate me, remind me of the hope and darkness this world holds, how we are all neighbours.