The Art Of The Road
Being on the road is hard.
When you’re starting out you do things like a crazy person. You drive all night to and from gigs that didn’t pay you very much. You sleep on people’s floors (thankfully, I might add). You eat like a moron (dude no dollar menu for me– I’m going healthy– beef jerky, string cheese, and a diet coke) and you drink like one too (they bought us shots?? It’s rude to not drink these, right? I mean, we have to, don’t we? Aren’t those the rules? SHOTS!!).
After a while you start seeing that your life can be improved remarkably by making a few simple changes in the way that you tour.
You look at a map and arrange your schedule so that the towns in which you play are a few hours away from each other. You turn shows down that don’t pay you enough money. You use the money you’re being paid to get a hotel room– a reasonably priced one with good ratings for cleanliness online– because it’s nice to have your own space and your own shower and, oh yeah, a bed. Oh, and you get pretty good at not eating total crap once you discover the extra pounds you’ve gained seemingly overnight. You also starting running. And you DO NOT HAVE TO DRINK ANYTHING SOMEONE BUYS FOR YOU (but remember to say ‘thank you’). As Yoda once said” “Drink or no drink, there is no must.”
If you’re trainable, the road will train you to survive it. If you’re untrainable, the road will kill you (lack of sleep: crash / terrible food and booze: heart attack / lack of money: new job).
It’s kind of like learning the ways of the ninja, only no swords.
[Apologies to the entire human race for the Yoda bit]
date: Wednesday, May 14th
place: home, New Braunfels, TX
300//\\365//\\300 is a writing exercise– 300 entries over 365 days, each no longer than 300 words (I’m not so hot at sticking to the last part).