Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. / Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride.

It was once relayed to me that "rock 'n' roll is about getting in your cracked-up van and driving out to the middle of nowhere to play or see a show".  There is a lot of truth to that statement and it was very cool having that sentiment written out in an eloquent, fun style in Jesse Andrews’ book “The Haters”.  As someone who used to travel in a van from concert to concert, some of the trials and tribulations experienced by the main characters made me laugh out loud.

There is a tremendous amount of bonding going on while traveling with a band.  Now having the life experience of being married for over 10 years, I think back to those times and at some points it almost seems like the band members and I were a couple. Negotiations and compromises occurred regularly, on controversial topics like navigating directions to gigs (pre-GPS) and determining when and where to stop for the night. I remember one night where we got in our van after a 3 hour gig in San Luis Obispo, CA and traveled another 3 hours to Bakersfield, CA – mostly along a harrowing CA-Route 46 for at least half the trip.  The two-lane stretch from Paso Robles to Cholame was once known as "Blood Alley" for the large number of car crashes.  Upon learning this information, the bass player almost quit the band.

In another instance, one of the houses we used to stay in many times in Washington DC had a basement made for a band.   Old, stained furniture and nothing else that was not replaceable filled the room.  The concrete floor slept 6 people as comfortable as it could and the residents of the house were always up (literally and figuratively) for late night shenanigans.  In fact, the term “Tuesday Night Drunk” (no matter which night of the week it was) spun out of a visit to the now defunct Metro Café.  The reasons for both the journey to Bakersfield and the occasional off nights in Washington DC was not other performance opportunities, but free places to stay.

I recently read an article by Brian O’Neill called ‘Couch Surfin’ USA’ which went on to talk about a Pittsburgh-based band, Ferdinand the Bull, and their experiences of touring.  Throughout a recent tour thru middle America, they used the internet to find their accommodations for the evening.  The difference in having a comfortable, free place to stay along with a safe place to store gear was immeasurable until it came time to look at the band’s bank account and then the savings were even more easily measured.  It was a huge nest egg and even allowed some of the bands I worked with to have money left to make payments on the van and enable more touring.

With summer tours in full-swing, I hope you can all get out and see at least one show this summer!  Thanks for reading.