If you constantly fight with your sister, who is your roommate, the road managers will separate you, thus you becoming the roommate of the OCD lead vocalist who will insist you make the bed and fold the used bathroom towels.With the said lead singer inebriated enough you can convince him to take the screen out of his hotel window, climb down and walk along the edge above the rocks and splashing water to your room where the pizza is being delivered.You can sweep up rice from indoor/outdoor carpeting at the Cabaret Metro in Chicago should it become necessary in order for the bands to be paid.There are actually lots of trivial bits of information from during that month to recall as we criss-crossed the United States topping it off with an eventful journey across our northern border.įorever Etched in My Memory of Life on the Road with KM circa 1993: That little escapade took place 17 years ago, strange how the mind records and recalls such trivial information. 1993 was the year and life had just gotten a whole lot more interesting. The girls?, my sister whom owned the vehicle and myself on vacation and happening to tour about with Candlebox and their opening band Greta for a few weeks at a time.
BTR CD COVER DRIVER
Kevin Martin, lead vocalist being the driver with the incredible sense of direction required for that task. The difference this wasn’t a local band, this was Candlebox on their first major record label tour. The band is sitting around, realizes they need some things for the upcoming gig, grab a couple chicks with a car, drive to the store and then get back to the hotel. This would be any average musician tale across the country. Zoom-zoom, our driver has a lead foot and off we go, somehow he managed to backtrack and reroute us to the hotel safely. The guys made quick haste of their business and within a matter of time we were piling back into the car prepared to tangle with the freeway system again. The four of us crawled from the Chevy Cavalier and headed inside the store. Hence, how we soon came to declare, “Kevin knows all. Don’t know how we managed to pull this off, except to say that our driver pulled it out of his ass… once again. We were on a highway in search of a music equipment store around 4:00pm in the afternoon with traffic steadily streaming along.Ī turn this way, a turn that way, a u-turn here and then a cross over there and bam pulling into the parking lot of the establishment. “It’s has to be this way, hang on”, he replied accelerating up the highway ramp.ĭallas, Texas. “Do you know where we are going?” I said from my spot in the passenger seat.
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