Saturday, April 5, 2008

The Devil Roams The Northern Plains

I have been thinking about the career of Creedence Clearwater Revival. Also swapping stories with my music bros around the map in such. You may think they were this hippy band that had the anonoumous singles about, which is somewhat true, but there is more. You probably know about this already. I always seem to give a disclaimer before i type something i care about.

John Fogerty and co. are fucking rad. It took many years/decades for them to get theirs for these amazing songs they gave us. you know that? It seems weird to think about it that way. True tho. And not even all of that cheezy shit im sure comes to your mind at first about CCR. The "B" sides (a term the squares use for the material that didnt sell as much) are super rad. They covered rad Motown songs in a fashion that was all their own. Get down people this is CCR!

Maybe it is because April and I have been driving a shit load lately and seen all of this weird shit all around the country that I address all of this gigantic bands career. I heard John Fogerty hitch hiked back to SF from woodstock after playing woodstock at 2 a.m. Imagine that. I know I know you are going to say..."that was back in the sixties". and such like, but fuck man, that is like 3000 miles. Whatever. You will never get it if you dont already.

Fuckin snow!! I have driven through so much snow and damn mountains on this tour than i can remember. seriously. one morning i got up at 6a.m. and hit it up because i knew that i would have to drive 35 mph for about 100 miles to pass the storm. fuckish! whatevs.

GHOSTS. Ghosts are everywhere. Things have been going good, but some ghosts have been coming about lately. We usually solve this by driving roughly 300 miles away from the last sightings. We can love you though. Through all of this.

There was this night in tulsa where I totally lost it. This was a first for me and I kind of am afraid of admitting this. Everything was totally black and i could do nothing but hang around the room and compress all of this with a pillow upon my face. This will kill our record sales one day. (type an emoticon that will make this seem light hearted here)..

I want people to know what it is like for most musicians/bands on tour (not the rock stars of the `80`s).. Drive mostly. We have friends, lots in most cases, but we can only see them in 5 min incriments between 500 mile drives on the average. Most of the time we have no fucking idea where we are going to stay. We hit up motels in the middle of nowhere when it is late and get no dinner because of this. Not complaining, just saying.

Last night was fucking rad and you were hells of drunk and into it, but tomorrow will most certainly be us, and only us, fending for our own over a shitty amount of money for something (a show) we did all we could to make the best we could through the internet or our bros helping us get you there. Its a fucking emotional roller coaster that many a shrink makes a career from well after the fact.

Im not writing all of this for you to feel sorry for us. We are a product of every decision we ever made. We are quite happy here.

Today I gave April my Grandmothers ring. I was waiting for what i dont know but it seemed time. Tell her she looks great when you see her because she always does. She is my best friend.