New York and a letter to Iceland

Mally and I are on a Megabus heading back from Manhattan....don't know if we'll make it. We took the top floor of a double-decker on the way there--instantly decided on the way back to take the bottom floor...yes, less wobbly, but safety is ultimately in the driver's hands. Sir, are we that "behind schedule"?

Anyone in New York City should go see Fuerza Bruta (www.fuerzabruta.com). Inspirations galore. Mally and I are already working on our own dance/music collaboration show...but instead of incredible use of water like aforementioned show, we will light the entire audience on fire at lights down just to make the intensity palatable.

The Big Apple is, for the most part, an incredibly efficient working system. When all of the parts of the system are functional, the visit is quite nice. When the system is flawed (ahem...Guy and Gallard) it can be a downright train wreck. No, that bagel is not hers, it's mine...no, coffee is not supposed to taste mostly like water...no, I haven't got my food yet...yes, I have given you my money...yes, I should have had coffee before coming here to put me in a better mood...yes, I have an addiction problem...yes, I still blame you for your flawed system.

But thank you to the rest of New York for yet another amazing time.

In other And Company news, Alle and her s.o. Mark are galavanting around Iceland as I type. Before leaving, she explained to us that many of the mountainside roads in the country are without guardrails. This, alongside the fact that Mark has incredibly poor eyesight...not to mention he's the only one allowed to drive their rental car since Alle's drivers license doesn't exist...leads me to write this letter:

Dear Alle and Mark, I hope you two are OK. Please make it back soon so we can keep making music together.

love, Brian

The And Company is now in the hands of a cool dude named Mark and a maniacal Megabus driver, who looks as if he would be named Rodney. Let's hope 100% &co will be in front of you on Sunday the 21st...