"Oslo, Norway, August 9

Touring is all about moving, about momentum, despite the fact your body wants to stay still. Stillness is the enemy of the tour. It allows time for wanting, and there’s no wanting on tour, because there’s very little you can have. Or rather, what you’re allowed to want is what’s right in front of you: sounds and sights and tastes and smells—a good meal, a great show, a firm bed. But you can’t want something back at home, or back in the last city you were in, because it’s either not there or it’s already gone. A camera that was left in a mess of sheets, a book that you forgot in a café. What you have is right in front of you.

We play the Oya Festival. The stage overlooks the river and the city. Bright and clean. We’re plagued by technical problems again. I lose my composure, and a water bottle goes flying. I don’t feel punk rock. I feel like a big baby. I think about all the water and beer that’s been thrown over the years, the guitars that have been smashed, the blood that has been drawn and spilled. All the temper tantrums. All the babies playing rock ‘n’ roll."