Tim Perfect Complexion Photo by Howard Rosenberg April 16, 2000 Solo efforts Since the end of the PM tour 2000 and after a day's rest, the band and I embarked on a 3 day writing session at DD's studio with very exciting results and some extraordinary material. This was after I continued to develop my collaboration with Harry Gregson Williams and Peter Distefano's 'Rambient' project, by composing another piece, the second over what has been a two day in all session. I will return to the US in May to continue writing for my next album. April 9, 2000 Wham-Bam-Thank You Ma'am (end of tour) In this time of post tour grief and longing, I am (or almost) at a loss for words, I'm already missing waking up on the tour bus, receiving my morning tea, or freshly made Cappuccino by Greg Dean's keen hands, or Mary Jo's awe inspiring, elegant and unstoppable tour managerial direction, the aroma of yet another venue whose stage comes alive with the entrance of THE BAND, oh! THAT band. Where were they this morning at lobby call? I dreamt of them in their absence and pined as is usual after such an impassioned thrall of the intense bond that is forged in the thrill of the hunt together for, what has it been?...9 weeks together...OH!...THAT BAND. There were those who expressed awe, to those I thank and say that we were with you., There were those that were afraid to admit to being not only impressed but blown away, instead opting to moan about the 'sound being off'. To those I say, you're not up to it, go to the bar and pine over your drink, and let us get on with love. There were those who were newly welcomed guests - first time arrivals. To those I say come and come again, and it is never too late to reach, and thank you too. Now it's on to the studio with THAT BAND, then it'll be over to you.... Wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. xxBatman March 26, 2000 For Theresa ablam Allah Rahmet Eylesin (Philadelphia) At last thou hast departed gone to the unseen; Tis marvellous by what way thou wentest from the world. Thou didst strongly shake thy wings and feathers, and having broken thy cage Didst take to the air and journey towards the world of soul. Thou wert a favourite falcon, kept in captivity by an old woman: When thou heard'st the falcon-drum thou didst fly away into the Void. Thou wert a love-lorn nightingale among owls: The scent of the rose-garden reached thee, and thou didst go to the rose-garden. Thou didst suffer sore head-ache from this bitter ferment; At last thou wentest to the tavern of Eternity. Straight as an arrow thou didst make for the mark of bliss; Thou didst speed like an arrow to that mark from this bow. from the Divan of Shams-e Tebriz. (selected poems by A. Nicholson) March 25 , 2000 The trouble with Kevin (Boston) Having read the comments on the Boston shows, with mention to my relationship with Kevin as being strained with myself reported as 'giving Kevin a hard time' and 'Peter seemed to be taunting Kevin stalking around the drums'. I'd like to make it clear that there is nothing of the sort, in fact the opposite is true. Perhaps the writer is looking for and even hoping for some angst. I agree with one of the comments in that Kevin's playing is as usual complete, inspiring and brilliant. My attitude does not 'suck', though I would have to admit to the charge of being an old Dandy ;) Also note; it was not breath freshener but rose water. Kevin may have been taunting me, which if it were true, would tickle me pink. Anything Kevin does is OK by me, how can an angel be wrong? XX Indigo Eyes ;) March 21 , 2000 Gliding Like a Whale in and out of hotels (Washington) In only takes the time between here and there For a landing in another place, Buildings pass us by Our communal circ de nur travels Spiraling, We build the scent of many becoming locked In the embrace of a bonding Into one We choose not to voice this In fear of breaking the breathtaking silence That if spoken of Would tear the air and our fragile personalities Breaking the stillness of an untouched surface of a calm sea Saw your shadow fleeting Your feet were skimming the sand Then some began to fly Lasted no time at all No time... at all... Gliding like a whale In and out of hotels. X Batman Yâ Nûru THE LIGHT March 12 , 2000 Love Me Tender Milwaukee Today is my wife's birthday...Love me Tender is for her. 'Dogum gun kutlu olsun sevgili hanim Allah emanet ol'. xx Batman March 11 , 2000 From Denver (part II) The home town of tour manager extraordinaire, Mary Jo Kaczka - Denver. After a day off upon arrival, I had my first facial and bought some rose & jasmine hair shampoo...I feel like an over pampered pup, and like I don't deserve to pamper myself somehow, I don't know why. Like all experience, this tour's momentous highs that we're hitting on the shows pass into yesterday's memory, and the ever present notion that I hold close, that you're only as good as the last show...or even the last thought come to that...Suffice it to say that tonight's audience were rapturous and to differentiate whether we were the source of that inspiration or whether it was the audience giving us that feeling... doesn't seem to matter. The light is burning ever brighter...watch out for what comes next!!!!! Batman PS - Mary Jo was going to bring her 70 odd year old parents tonight, I hope they came... PPS - Love is the drug........ tour manager extraordinaire, Mary Jo Kaczka and Peter photo courtesy of Holly   Click here for older answers from Peter     NEWS | TOURDATES | TOUR NOTES | BIO | PHOTOS | MERCHANDISE | MAILING LIST | LINKS