everything will flow

7/21/96

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A concert in Palermo, Sicily.

This was the first time I've been to Sicily, the island of the Mafioso.

It is very mountainous and the land is very white and dry, like North Africa.

As I suspected, the stage was another man-made one. This time the stage was to be located right in the middle of the city.

Nobody here speaks any English. No English is spoken by the local Sicilian people working as part of the stage crew, no English is spoken even by the staff working in our hotel there.

A crowd begins to gather around the stage as it gets darker. It begins to look like everyone in the entire city is coming to see my show.

10pm, showtime.

The crowd is warm, passionate.

As the tension increases in the music throughout the show, the tension also rises in the audience.

The audience here is very receptive to the music.

Duringthe encore, crazed fans come running up toward the stage. The audience begins to go crazy and it's not just the ones out there that look like they own all ofmy CD's. All these old people are yelling "Bravo!, "like the lady in Genova. I begin to feel a little alarmed so when the show's finished, rush on the van and we run to the hotel.

Sicilyis really one hell of a place. But now I know that it would be really hard to do any business there.

Someone tells me later that there were five thousand people there that night but that only a thousand two hundred actually paid to see it. The rest just pushed down the fence and barged their way into the show.

The next morning, we head for Milano, pass it, cross the Alps by bus and go on to Zurich.

The view of the Alps that morning was incredibly beautiful.

It reminded me of the Sierra Nevada mountains in the US.

(C)Kab America Inc.