How time rushes by! Hard to believe it has been nearly four years since the band and I have played Las Vegas. It’s a big, big world, especially when you have to show up in the flesh. (You know you’re travelling a heap when all the airlines keep sending you more and more piles of gold and silver–plated rewards cards.)
Seems to be a sane flight today—late afternoon. Time to run the whole show at the piano, maybe even romp with the Aussies, who by the way, have just turned a year-old this week. They now insist on me playing tug-of-war with them, taking me on as a team. Totally unfair and unsportsmanlike. They cheat. They both keep accidently nipping at my fingers, so as I lose grip. Then, with that sweet, lamblike look in their big, baby blues that say, ‘Oops, sorry boss, besides, it wasn’t me,’what can I do but smile while I bleed a little.
After Las Vegas we leave immediately for Chile and Argentina. Although I’ve been to both countries in the late eighties for promotion and television, I’ve never done any live concerts there. I honestly don’t know what to expect. Anything could happen. Let you know.