We traveled to the airport like rock stars in a large limo, and arrived in Edinburgh without any hitches, but only after interminably long lines in which we (de) dis-regaled ourselves of metal, liquids, and sleep. Air travel retains no glamour at this point, and it’s a wonder that we survive such journeys—luckily we have the day off.
I’m full of moments of deja vu, having played the same theatre, the Royal Lyceum, in 2001. The Wooster Group just performed “La Didone” here; their set was struck and the stage remains empty as our set hasn’t yet arrived—it’s somewhere in the UK, so we’re behind schedule, bracing ourselves for the difficult work ahead.
There are some really big posters of Rinde around town.