Seventeen years and it's still not easy for me to come home.
Good ole Cody is putting up an addition to his house. I show up to Lowmansville, the birthplace of my daughter and my hometown, late last night after a gig in Nashville. It must be around 1500 military when Cody-Carl's his Christian name- comes up to the ranch, drunker than Robert Downey Jr., banging at my door and waking Kayla and Mercedes up. I, myself, had been awake the whole night, showering and shaving-which I always do after 2 month stretches. I come out to the front porch in a towel and Carl stumbles up with his arms extended like and airplane. Been home long, Chimes? I could use me some muscle to erect these walls. It takes big balls to ask a man for help after he's been travelling for two months.
Carl and I spent the majority of the morning drinking and putting up the walls to his addition. It appears the lumber business is treating him quite nicely; his garage holds two new vehicles and I'm pretty sure that's not the John Deere I got him last Christmas that he's been riding lately.
After I had had enough to guarantee a morning of struggling, we said our goodbyes and I got in my pickup. Our houses, although neighbors, are separated by 18 acres of farmland. Music is my number one trade, but my cattle and tabacco crop are what keep the bills paid between checks to my wife, Mercedes, from the road. It's good to be back home in Kentucky.
HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE ROAD
-Dennis gets arrested in Jacksonville for indescent exposer. This black guy started talking shit in the greenroom about having a bigger dick than the whole band put together and Dennis dropped his drawers. I never got to see the other motherfucker's package, though. I was so hocked up on coke I could barely feel my tongue when the cops came and took Dennis, saying he had violated the zero tolerance nudity policy in Jacksonville. From what I understand, they average 2 out-of-town musicians a day in the joint, Jim Morrison being a culprit during the Doors' reign way back when.
-Strip clubs in Austin are out of hand. We first got to Texas for a gig in Dallas at this shitty hole in the wall House of Blues. We tried to find a titty bar in town, but the only one that looked descent was filled with dirty Mexicans and lower class black guys with their prego white wives. Now when we got to Austin, these young hardbodies invited us to come see them dance at this club called the Yellow Rose. I don't think I saw a dancer over the age of nineteen the whole night, and as soon as they recognized who I was, it was hard to keep Mercedes in my thoughts...
That's about it. Kayla is asleep. I'm almost tempted to wake her up and show her the dollhouse my manager, Louis Yorba had made for her. From what I hear, he had the people that worked on the sets for Lord of the Rings design and build a dollhouse, the interior being a replica of the house on my favorite show in college, Family Ties. She's going to get a kick out of it, I bet.
Now to wash Cody's God damned German Shepard off of me.
CHIMES.
Carl and I spent the majority of the morning drinking and putting up the walls to his addition. It appears the lumber business is treating him quite nicely; his garage holds two new vehicles and I'm pretty sure that's not the John Deere I got him last Christmas that he's been riding lately.
After I had had enough to guarantee a morning of struggling, we said our goodbyes and I got in my pickup. Our houses, although neighbors, are separated by 18 acres of farmland. Music is my number one trade, but my cattle and tabacco crop are what keep the bills paid between checks to my wife, Mercedes, from the road. It's good to be back home in Kentucky.
HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE ROAD
-Dennis gets arrested in Jacksonville for indescent exposer. This black guy started talking shit in the greenroom about having a bigger dick than the whole band put together and Dennis dropped his drawers. I never got to see the other motherfucker's package, though. I was so hocked up on coke I could barely feel my tongue when the cops came and took Dennis, saying he had violated the zero tolerance nudity policy in Jacksonville. From what I understand, they average 2 out-of-town musicians a day in the joint, Jim Morrison being a culprit during the Doors' reign way back when.
-Strip clubs in Austin are out of hand. We first got to Texas for a gig in Dallas at this shitty hole in the wall House of Blues. We tried to find a titty bar in town, but the only one that looked descent was filled with dirty Mexicans and lower class black guys with their prego white wives. Now when we got to Austin, these young hardbodies invited us to come see them dance at this club called the Yellow Rose. I don't think I saw a dancer over the age of nineteen the whole night, and as soon as they recognized who I was, it was hard to keep Mercedes in my thoughts...
That's about it. Kayla is asleep. I'm almost tempted to wake her up and show her the dollhouse my manager, Louis Yorba had made for her. From what I hear, he had the people that worked on the sets for Lord of the Rings design and build a dollhouse, the interior being a replica of the house on my favorite show in college, Family Ties. She's going to get a kick out of it, I bet.
Now to wash Cody's God damned German Shepard off of me.
CHIMES.