I missed a few days on account of performing on Train’s Sail Across the Sun Cruise, foolishly assuming a floating city in the 21st century would have functioning WiFi. But I’m back on terra firma, curiously sunburned, enjoying the peak of human civilization that is Ft. Lauderdale, playing a venue tonight that has, at various points, hosted every known venereal disease. Oh, the yin and yang.

There’re few things better than hard working artists enjoying a paid vacation, drunkenly ping ponging all over the place, phones in airplane mode, the omnipresent hustle redirected toward crooning Don’t Stop Believing along with the dining staff in the artist lounge.

It’s low hanging fruit ripping on a themed cruise - and I’m sure I will a little, at least playfully - but that aspect of the gong show’s a beautiful thing.