It's been a while since I wrote anything in this blog. I almost forgot I even had it out here on "internetland." So much has changed in my life since the last few post I made, but I'm pretty much the the same ol' same doing the same ol' same. Finally getting some gray in my beard. Maybe now people will take me a little more serious. Ain't that just the way it goes. By the time you get wise enough to be taken serious you're too old for the road. One of my favorite songs is "Last To Know" by Alejandro Escovedo. Mainly the line "More miles than money." That line echoes my "brand" loudly. I think I have ripped that line off so many different ways in so many of my songs. I love it so much I am beginning to think it somehow defines me. Almost as if I am aiming for it. One thing I know about the road is, it ain't going anywhere. Every time I need it, there it is. Waiting for me.
People ask me all the time, "where you headed?" I'll tell them and they'll respond back "how far is that?" Most of the time no matter my response, whether its 155 miles or 325 miles, they always say "oh, that ain't too bad." I ALWAYS laugh inside my head at that response. I mean, 325 miles in a van by yourself is better than roofing a house in August, but it's a pretty damn hard run. I do it with ease and because I have to, but it'll wear you out. Not to mention when I arrive I am usually going right to work. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. Far from it. I just find people's "small talk" amusing sometimes. I think they're just being nice and/or positive. All the while in their head they're thinking, "I wouldn't mind that life for a day or two but, man! I love my 401K."
"I'm just a honky, living in a cheap motel." Another one of my favorite songs by a kick ass 3 piece band called The Ex-Husbands who are no more. Songs like that formed my state of mind when I was charting my course into the music business. One song that really took root was "Guitar Town" by Steve Earle. It makes perfect sense really. When I was a kid I wanted to be a truck driver and/or a baseball player. Driver... player... see where I'm going with this? One other thing I used to do when I was a kid was think, think, and think. I was very aware always. Now I think this traveling singer-songwriter gig was exactly where I was aiming. Even back then. Is it weird I feel at home driving or in a hotel? I don't think so. I also feel at home at home. Now, I better get to "rocking while I still can, I got a two pack habit and a motel tan."
