Glamour

The scent of Urine has begun to infiltrate every inch of the bus. All the glamour and attraction of rock has been lost in the gagging and coughing while trying to sleep. It’s been rough the past couple of days. We’ve had all sorts of bus trouble. First the AC wasn’t working well and Paul, our high-pitched Irish tour manager, has dedicated his life to uphold the international standards of cold air. Paul was talking with Dave, the bus driver, about the failing AC when my favorite quote of tour was said. Dave had his hand over the AC register defending his bus, “you can feel the cold air being blown out here. It’s pretty cold.” Paul’s response, “But it’s not crisp! I want cold CRISP air. You know what I mean? I really like the air to be crisp.” I thought he was kidding. “What do you guys think? You know what I mean? Do you think the air is crisp?” None of us knew what he was talking about and it was awesome.

We woke up in West Palm w/ two blown trailer tires and a cracked trailer chassis.



The trailer had several stress fractures and was completely halved behind the wheel well. Had we driven much further the trailer would have completely torn apart. Fortunately, our bus company is based in South Florida and they called a mobile welder to come out and fix the problem.



He rolled up in an white truck with a huge welding motor in the back and got straight down to business.



He was under the trailer for most of the day and had it fixed by load out.

Our bus driver takes forever. It’s not a matter of driving slow or fast or getting lost. It just takes forever. No one knows why or how but we just roll real slow.

More to come....