The audience is unusually talkative during Juana Molina's opening set. She makes a comment to them that, for decades, people in Latin America listened to songs from the U.S. and UK without having a clue what the words were, and now she would give them a chance to have the same experience.
We add "Nothing But Flowers" to the encores, with 4 of us as a kind of Forro group. Paul, Mauro, Graham and I gather around the mic and play an acoustic version — the audience dances — but we wonder if it could fit better somewhere else.
A woman jumps on stage during Lazy and shouts things in my ear. The security gently escorts her away, all the while she was telling them, "but I'm a friend of David's…"
