Will Snafus

Hola Everyone,
Miller wrote a bunch of stuff in the tour diary after I completed the email that I wish I could have included. Most of them are about Will, but one is about my favorite lighting fixtures (Detroit). Just remember, if the grammar (or spelling) is bad, I didn’t write it! Enjoy!

19th February
Denver, CO.
We're up in the mountains here, so the air is thin. I've been feeling even more unfit than usual today, as virtually any exertion leaves me short of breath. It's little surprise when I find out later that Will was given oxygen in the break before the encores, but to watch him steam into 'In My Place', you'd never have known.

22nd February
Detroit, MI
One of the things that Chris asked lighting designer Nick Whitehouse for when they were putting together this tour, was that the lights should start the show as concealed as possible, but still be able to create a lot of different 'looks'. To this end, Nick has employed an elaborate system of pantographs, which lower lights from the rig, then tuck them neatly away out of sight.

25th February
Houston, TX
It's rodeo in Houston. This means everything is decorated up and streets are closed down. Although rodeo itself isn't particularly my cup of tea, I think anything that gets people out together communally is a great thing and there should be more of it.
Rodeo spirit permeates the acoustic section of the show, when a black stetson finds its way on stage. Will dons it, looking every inch the Texan until it's time to head back to the drumkit for Clocks.


4th March
Orlando, FL
I wander around to Matt Mcginns guitar bunker to watch 'God Put A Smile'. Shortly after I get there, the band have a bit of a carve up. Chris is still playing the end of the verse, but Guy is already going for the chorus. I'm not sure who's right, but they're both heading off in different directions and it doesn't sound pretty. It's very rare for this kind of thing to happen, but when it does, there's only one man who holds the compass and map to get everyone back on course. He's sat behind the drumkit. All four of the guys turn, grinning and shaking their heads looking to Will for guidance. He's laughing, and starts to yell above the din counting off 'one two three four...' at the top of his lungs, before exaggeratedly leaning his head back to nod the chorus in. The whole band lands as one on the downbeat and lock right back in like nothing ever happened.