We arrived around 2:00PM, were taken to our 6th floor dressing rooms and were greeted by fruit trays and an assortment of cookies; there were black and white photos on the walls of past Ed Sullivan shows and comfy couches across from your standard round-bulb-flickered mirrors.  These things always involved a lot of waiting around: we waited for the band to begin rehearsals, waited for their make-up, waited while watching Mr. John McCain crack jokes, waited for our cue ... We've done two of these now, both have been quit surreal to say the least: all the big lights, and people running around with headsets and clipboards, yelling at each other and making what we all know as "show biz" happen, right then and there. During rehearsals, we we're harped at for not having the song shaved to three-minutes, forty-seconds, like we said we would, hence the elimination of the begining guitar intro; it worked out in the end, and the band performed the song flawlessly.

After the performance, Paul Shaffer, the Letterman band leader, decked out in his technicolor sport coat and hip shades, came backstage to congratulate the band and compliment them on their performance!

Overall, the band and crew left happy. The performance was great and the the audience and Letterman staff were all pleased.

It was raining hard out on the street as we exited the studio. We all piled out onto the sidewalk one by one. There were barricades set-up on either side of the stage door, and on the right stood three fans behind one of the barricades, soaked and smiling, waiting for Justin to appear to sign their clutched records and merchandise. Though the numbers were modest, it was encouraging, and most definitly odd to see fans waiting for autographs like that.

This year has been a crazy one.