Sunday, October 17, 2010
Green and Naive
Just prior to the snapping of this special Kodak moment I had been crawling around inside, outside and all around the sweetest almost brand new White Freightliner I had ever been inside of. New everything. Big motor, AC, air ride seat and it had a real sleeper. I had never driven a truck with a sleeper. If truckers had a heaven, this was surely it
It had only been 24 hours earlier that I told Don, my boss at Advanced Moving & Storage in Towson, Maryland, that I would not be humping furniture for him anymore. I was headed for the brightly lit stage of RocknRoll. His only question before he told me "Good Luck" was "How much does it pay?"
I remember looking at him and saying, "Who cares? It's RocknRoll. My first tour is with the Who."
The following two years wiped the grin off my face, but left me with no regrets. It was no picnic pounding the highways with a band's equipment on board. The night driving, asshole promoters and band managers, and sycophants who would do almost anything to use me to get close to their idols. I would get more traffic tickets than I could count, I would suffer more than a couple of beat downs, robberies, and truck break ins. I would find love and then have it snatched out from under me. I would spend time in a couple of local jails for being too loose a dog. All in all I have to say 1976, 1977, and 1978 were some of the most interesting years I can remember.