tour

once in a blue moon i get to missing being on the road with a bunch of musicians. there is something very comforting about lugging a duffle bag around strange new cities and venues, eating truck stop food, vast expanses of road, steady supplies of ear plugs and sharpies (and groupies), coils of wires, that dank bus and van smell, hilarious stories, weird sleeping arrangements, and awesome hole-in-the-wall restaurants.
the other day, i was recanting to a friend, some stories of my childhood on tour buses, in studios, and playing backstage at the grand ole opry. i miss the anonymity, the excitement, the awkwardness, but most specifically, i miss my life of live music sometimes. it has always been a part of who i am.
i am not sure if those days, like the recipe for my grandmother's jiblet gravy, are gone for good. i reckon, we shall see...