It’s hard being a musician for a living. Most musicians don’t know what it’s like to play the guitar as a way of paying the bills. As has already been stated by AC/DC, it is a long way to the top if ya wanna rock n roll. I say it’s much faster to the top if you learn to lock n load (ask Dick Cheney). ANYwhoohoo, touring is a bitch. For all of the fun it is, there are a lot of headaches. Like last week, I was in LA with TFR playing backing guitar, singing backup vox and driving the tour rig. First, the AC in the van went out before we were even to Oregon. I don’t know if you’ve ever driven through California in the middle of July but I’ve done it multiple times. And multiple times, there hasn’t been any AC. You’d think I’d get it right but not last week. I found myself fighting to keep my seat dry as my body was oozing sweat like a slave from the heat that was enveloping me. It was so sticky that it was nearly unbearable. Not to mention the negative energy that is projected at you by the myriad of other horrible, selfish California drivers. Not to mention that I was up the night before until 2:30am, driving all the drunk people back to where we were staying, plus I had to be up at 6am to start driving again. This is what tour is like for me most of the time:
"Load in, sound check, talk to a million people, rock out, load out, talk to a million drunk people, herd the cats at the end, make it back to where we stay, speak to our hosts for another 45minutes, MAYBE eat a little something cause it was too busy to eat earlier, crash, awake early, load up personal items, herd cats, pull off for coffee and gas, drive AAAALLLLL day, repeat."
It’s nice when you have a day off on tour. Like last Thursday. Only a short 3 hour drive in the morning and then we were at our host home. They had a pool and tequila. I knew what I was doing. I bring my jump rope, perfect pushups, etc. with me so that I can get little workouts done throughout the day so as to counteract all of the INN N OUT burgers I’ve been eating (I’m doing good counteracting at this point but I know by the end of it all I won’t be able to fool anyone which means all of the headache with no burger at the end.. just a salad).
A musician lives for the live performance. That’s where they’re happiest on this earth (that, and when they’re having sex). It’s once I’m off the stage that my work starts. That is a common misconception that laypeople have towards stagepeople (yes, I made that up). They think you party all day, play a concert then get trashed and have wild naked parties all night (not to say that I haven’t been there). Once you start taking your art serious, you realize how long of a road that it really is to success. It’s a lot of driving, boredom, being alone with your thoughts, missing family, temptation, annoyance with others, songs that Talon plays cause it’s his turn with the playlist but you think it sucks, traffic, AC going out, load ins, load outs, finding parking for my soon to be 35ft tour rig, the list goes on and on.
But hey, I love it. It’s wild. It’s unpredictable… and we always find a way to make it fun…