Road Diary Taking Years off Our Lives Or Keeping Us Young
posted by November 20 at 12:58 PMon
Here comes the 44-hour slow-down drive from Philadelphia to front door, punch drunk with a bog of ruminations and don't know where to start, don't know who's still asking. Got a few funny calls from the last one and kept them. Thanks. Wish I could've talked more in person because these entries are always full of post-deadline yip-yap and they probably weren't what you asked for. Sorry about that.
How can we turn this around? I could talk about the endless miles of fireworks and highway sex-shops in God's country, Country Buffet epithets, how we got sick and then set straight by boogie-woogie in the big bus with new friends, how we dropped calls, spent our minutes, slept face down on hardwood floors and wondered if it was taking years off our lives or keeping us young, how we gawked at the golden leaves croaking, pissed in the fog, ran our drunken beaks, apologized in mornings, swore off last calls, New York City with sun almost rising, low brows, maniacal beards--all wrapped up and exchanged for the promise of sexing our own sheets for two weeks before Bellingham, Boise, and into the snow. I could talk about this dead duck that's now over, traded in for new and dear friends, unforgettable...
But we could also talk about the show that hasn't happened yet with the Coconut Coolouts and the Thermals in our town, together. It's always important to have something to look forward to. Know what I mean? And if people thought our soft-rock waltz was a funny-fit with the BSS, just look at THAT marquee. But, if anything has become even clearer to me through these weeks, it's that any opportunity to spend a night with friends in music (especially if the bands you get to play with are making some of the best music around, period), you get right and get up for it. Gonna be a fun one. Can't wait. Sleep first.
Arthur & Yu