Touring as a road musician can conjur up new definitions to the words tedious and resourceful – especially after 243,256 tours in a row (with only a 3 to 5 day span between tours), some 1,423,225 shows, and 8 billion, 482 million, 623 thousand and 14 miles of travel. Much of this has been clocked with my trusty GPS system so I’m pretty sure of the accuracy of my calculations.
When traveling, the phrase “patience is a virtue” takes on a literal meaning as well, otherwise you just might snap at any moment and try to flog someone with a greasy French fry at an airport when the line seems a bit too long because they have run out of ketchup at the counter.
Resourcefulness becomes a virtue also, as you try to combat the sense of boredom in a hotel room while wondering if there is anything to do for less than $3.99 a minute. You can only watch so much television, read so much material, or play your instrument for so long before you run aground and succumb to staring at the wall, not unlike Jack Nicholson’s character in Stephen King’s “The Shining.”
Some people claim to hear voices, see shadows, or even ghosts. But I was fortunate late one evening – in a lonely hotel room during a tour – to be selected as the chosen one to discover something even more remarkable than being subjected to an alien abduction. With my own eyes and completely sober, I witnessed The Birth of a Donut.
Originally posted 2010-02-06 20:23:52.