Seattle. After the show, we all get on my tour bus, and you come with me to Vancouver, and we just take a sell-out crowd right into town, and we go 'sorry, it's sold out' and thus begins a new and very surreal rivalry of attendance to art events.

It's perfect. Just a couple things we need to do. 1, get me a tour bus. 2, sell out the show. 3, cross the border with that Coleman cooler full of human stem cells (why do I do that? I'll show you when we get into Canada).

Ready? Go!

It's Nashville, so a lot of people in the audience are going to walk away with major recording contracts. It's Hotel Indigo, so the rest of you are getting a key to my room where shots of Bourbon will be dispensed from Ten Gallon Hats and the riding crop shall be applied as though the Kentucky Derby hangs in the balance. SWAP!!!