trucking

bball killed – my neck is all bent outta shape, and sitting in the car for 3 hours to kansas city is NOT the cure. as usual adam was king, hitting from everywhere, and we found a great pairing of adam/me, brian/zack, which we’ll hopefully have an opportunity to utilize as we move along... lotsa green as we leave omaha, sad to go after a great break, kinda wish it’d’ve been a little later in the tour, actually.
looking forward to tonight’s show though, in kansas city, i’ll have some peeps from st. louis in the house i think, so that’ll be nice, seeing some familiar faces out here.
arrived in kc, loaded in, adam and i split a feast from the jerusalem café and headed to the gig. too much to drink as my st. louis posse kept ‘em coming. had a great show last night, fully rockin’, and stayed out late with a few of the guys from pomeroy, found a hotel somewhere and crashed hard.
last night was evidence of myspace at its best, as much of the audience were folks who found both zack and i online, came out to check it out and they turned into real people, people who wouldn’t’ve known about the show without something like myspace. pretty incredible.

oh, here are some trucking stats for you. we stopped at a gas station on the way to kc mo yesterday, and a trucker was paying for gas when i asked him a few questions.

gm: how much gas you getting?
trucker: 99 gallons.
gm: how much’ll that run you?
t: ‘bout 270.
gm: two hundred and seventy.
t: yup.
gm: is that a lot?
t: not really. my tanks hold a lot more.
gm: how much do they hold?
t: each tank holds about 165 gallons.
gm: two tanks?
t: yeah, so if i fill up, you’re talking 330 gallons, $3 a gallon brings it to about $990 to fill up.

wow.

heading north along route 151, the sky’s getting a little bigger, the clouds are looking more like clouds, as opposed to getneral overcast. we’re passing a small airport in the middle of farm country now, a few planes and a short runway. lots of great old farms out here, classic barns painted red, some new and modern, some old and dilapidated. full rivers, thick groves, ranch houses on large pieces of property, and lots of people driving trucks. one begins to see how extensive touring can get old – back and forth across the country, long hours in the minivan become tiresome. i’ve never been out for longer than a month, and when i have the experiences have been a bit more high profile than this tour, so i guess i’ve had it pretty good, relatively speaking. but variety is the spice of life, and i appreciate this opportunity as much as those with the big acts i’ve toured with – we’ve had great shows so far, and it’s good to get back into the swing of playing lots of shows in a row, feeling the push and pull of time within a song between the wurly and the drums and the vocals, getting to a higher plane of live performance. and sharpening my razor wit, of course.
forgot to mention – lots of pro-life propaganda along the highways here. just passed a great old barn, marred only by the “god bless mommy for giving me life” sign handpainted on the side of the barn. yikes.