This entry was originally published at Billy Bragg's Blog
Interstate 80 is probably the longest road in these United States. It runs from New York City to San Francisco, south of the Great Lakes rolling on across Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah and Nevada before crossing the Rockies into California, 3000 miles of freeway from sea to shining sea.
The first 240 miles, from Manhattan to State College, Pennsylvania, are beautiful in the bright autumn sunshine. The hill country of eastern New Jersey is in stark contrast to the industrial wasteland that I’ve come to associate with this place after years of slogging up and down the NJ Turnpike. Once into Pennsylvania we enter the Appalachian Mountain region. Here the foliage is breathtaking, green giving way to yellow and orange, then to rust-red and crimson as the leaves prepare to fall.
Our visit to State College happens to coincide with Homecoming Weekend – so the main route into town is closed off. We find a friendly cop who guides us through the roadblock and around the back of the town to the venue and while Andy, Grant and Vaughn set up the set up, I mingle with the crowds on Main Street watching the Homecoming Parade. It’s a noisy procession of all those things we Brits don’t quite understand about American student life – fraternities, sororities, gridiron and nice white teeth.
The theatre is an ideal setting for a first night show, intimate but also a bit rowdy – some of the homecoming weekend spirit must have snuck in. Having got into New York in time to see the last presidential debates two nights before, I litter the set with references to Joe the Plumber and his morbid fear of redistribution of wealth.
Ithaca is a small town in rural New York state and home to Cornell University. We get there early enough to hit the record stores and for yours truly to get a seriously great haircut. Asking the barber to summarise what he had done, so I could get my barber in Bridport to do the same, he said it was ‘kinda freestyle’. J.C. Knight’s Barber Shop is located at 208 Commons. Just walk right in and ask for Ivan.
It being Saturday night, the crowd at the State Theater is up for it. A rousing cheer greets the fifth line of opening song ‘Help Save the Youth of America’. How odd I think, until I realise that Grant has only just managed to get my voice into the PA.
Despite this setback, the gig is highly charged, with a predominantly young audience responding vocally to my comments to the forthcoming election. At the end of the evening a sizeable crowd hang back to speak to me and have their shirts written on. Concerned about a noisy drunk lingering at the fringes of the group, Vaughn asks the security to eject the noisy character acting strangely at the back of the hall. Three burly guys proceed to try to throw Grant out. Given how the evening had begun, maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.