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Alphascendant -> RE: ROAD TRIP! (7/23/2009 9:01:11 PM)
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Animals mounted on the vehicle, is this a road trip thread, or a road kill?a couple of years ago, the morning after partying all night following a Violent Femmes concert, we were hammered drunk riding around all day with a dead racoon on the roof of the car, it's blood has dribbled down all over the winshield. Good thing we didn't cross paths with johnny law, we would all still be in jail....
On a business trip, left Los Angeles early morning July 16, drove to Ironhorse motorcycle rally in Red Lodge , Montana, partied with the headlining band at a campsite until the sun came up. Since then have been in North Dakota, back across northern Montana, just rolled into Butte, Montana for Evel Knievel Days, 2700 miles later, It's Thursday night, the streets are blocked, whiskey bars set up on the sidewalks, the bands is set up in the middle of an intersection, there are young, and old, dancing in the street, building up to Saturday night when it gets real wild. Then driving all through Wyoming on the way to Sturgis, where anything can happen, then all through South Dakota, Nebraska, western Kansas, the Thunder on the plains, the to Ignacio , Colorado, staying at a luxury resort for the Four Corners Rally on Labor Day weekend, my birthday. A hot little blond is flying in from Louisiana to be my birthday present. Then it's back to Kansas for a little more work.
By the time this trip is over, I should have my classic 1965 panhead about ready to run, and have finally crammed in enough music theory to begin scoring my own music. The percussionist involved with my project has a recording studio, so hopefully it won't take long to get rolling with a new c.d. yes, this is a great trip, the best part is getting paid to do it!! Should end up in excess of 11,000 miles, maybe 12,000. Upon returning to California, planning to go back to Maine for three months of sitting next to the woodstove , listening to water boil, watching the candles flicker, with no electricity, in my favorite weather, twenty or thirty below zero, no wonder I can't hang on to a woman for long.... I used to be quite the wild animal, and lately that's been a problem, my edge has been slipping. No more. Chances are, I won't be back here for awhile. My life is a road trip.
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