Mum Gave the Goat's Horn

October 20, 2007, Saturday, 2:30 a.m.

So, I’m in a hotel lobby waiting for the band to wake up. Although I have a room at this hotel, I have not had a chance to use it. Just finished breaking down a show at the Forum in Sydney. (BTW, some of the Aussie fans are really nuts, seriously psycho. I think they dress their drinks with a twist of steroids. But a majority of them are very nice loyal fans of Tesla, who have waited years for the band to step foot on their beloved homeland.) At the hotel, there is a mother and her teenaged son who had been waiting in the lobby for an autograph. Frank signed a poster and I took a picture of Frank with the son and his ‘mum.’ Mum marked the moment by showing the “goats horns” for the photo. For you non-rockers, that means she liked the show. As we are waiting a group of people from a wedding roll in, the girls are drunk and "riding" each other on the lobby couches. None of the hotel staff seem to mind, and neither do I. Sorry don't have a photo of that one.

Next we drive to the airport to get there early, at 4:00. However, the airport is closed, so we drive to get something to eat at the McDonald's down the road. We have to go through the drive thru in the van. We are cracking up, partly due to deliruim and partly due to the fact that only Chinese workers are on duty and they can barely understand what we are ordering. By the time we get to the airport, check in the gear and get our tickets, every one begins crashing. Next stop, Tokyo.