I’m
going to start this with some observations on the things that happen to
us road musicians. Obviously this is meant to be tongue in cheek, but
nonetheless the sentiments expressed are valid (at least in my demented
mind). And always remember my friend Marc’s law of bus travel, which
we dubbed the “Field‘s Law“. That is that a bus trip
will always take twice as long minus one hour from what was estimated
in your *really accurate* itinerary. Thus a trip that was estimated to
be 4 hours will invariably be 7 hours (4x2-1). That is unless the bus
breaks down in the Alps, which is the subject for a story later in this
book.
1. The inside
of all motel/hotel rooms look remarkably similar, with notable exceptions.
These exceptions include all European hotel rooms, which look like walk-in
closets, and the Klein Motel, in upper east somewhere, which looked and
smelled like the Black Hole of Calcutta, and was not owned by anyone who
had ever had the last name of “Klein” We were expecting a
cozy little place watched over by a nice elderly Jewish couple. What we
got was Gopal and his lovely wife “I NEED A DEPOSIT OF $3,287.00
BEFORE YOU CAN CHECK IN” and their 14 small children. Actually it
was difficult to understand what Gopal’s lovely wife was shouting
to us. To me it sounded exactly like “We have no public restrooms”
Actually one
hotel room in the lovely Province section of France (conveniently located
above the town’s only tavern) appeared to be a deserted house of
prostitution, or maybe a stopover for tribes of bandits. The one and only
bathroom was down the hall, and the interior of the rooms looked (and
smelled) a little bit like the dual cells at Attica.
Other than that,
all hotel rooms look alike, even the ones with big fancy lobbies. The
only difference is that in the big fancy lobby places, as soon as you
emerge from the bus swarms of bellmen will abscond with your luggage,
only to appear at your room 2 hours later expecting a five dollar tip.
I have had physical tugging matches with bellmen, after patiently and
calmly trying to explain that I would prefer to carry my own luggage.
Ok, so occasionally I scream at the top of my lungs “GET THE HELL
AWAY FROM MY LUGGAGE BEFORE I RIP YOUR SPLEEN OUT!” Sometimes that
doesn’t even stop them and I have to beat them off with my overstuffed
carry-on bag.
Oh, I forgot
one other difference. In the fancy places, as soon as you as much as pick
up the phone, you owe them $67.42 for the first 39 seconds of a local
call.
And room service.
If you call a number on your phone (a good value because it’s the
only time anything you do with that phone will be free) the same bellman
who probably still has your luggage will wait another 2 hours, then bring
you a hamburger and 4 french fries and charge you $67.42 plus a $287.93
service charge. Plus another five dollar tip.
2. All hotel/motel
housekeeping people look remarkably similar. The only exceptions are the
occasional Hispanic or eastern European babe that just recently immigrated
and es trying to support her 3 kids (who happen to be “helping”
her to clean your room) on her 84 cents per hour salary.
3. These housekeeping
people also are the most persistent humans on the planet, save maybe used
car salesmen and the vendors in the Casablanca Bazaar. They always barge
into your room at 7:23am, after an obligatory knock on the door. No, they
don’t wait for a response. And the “Do Not Disturb”
sign does not deter them, nor the 3 locks on the door, nor the fact that
you have left a wake-up call for 2:30pm. In fact once I had the housekeeper
call because my “do not disturb” sign was on the door. I very
patiently explained to her in a calm and collected tone of voice that
there was a reason that the “do not disturb” sign was on my
door, and that was that I DIDN’T WANT TO BE DISTURBED. And when
they come in to find you naked sprawled on your bed sleeping fitfully,
they are shocked. I don’t know what they expect, since the air-conditioner
keeps the room at an average of 87 degrees. And that’s centigrade.
4. If your hotel/motel
air-conditioner happens to work, it will cool the room to 54 degrees,
then shut off until it reaches 87 again, when it kicks back on, sounding
like the Blue Angels are practicing a bombing run on your hotel room.
After a couple of cycles of this it will totally freeze up and quit working
entirely.
5. When you call
an Italian hotel from the road, explaining that you will be there at 9
pm and asking them if they can keep the restaurant open for you, and they
say “we will be sure to have food for you when you arrive”,
it means that when you arrive there will be bread on the tables that they
had put there for breakfast in the morning. They will charge you $67.42
for eating it.
6. When you check
out of the Italian hotel the next morning, there will be a 2 hour argument
about the extra 124,457 lire ($67.42) charge on everybody’s bill.
They refuse to give you back your passports until you hand over your lire.
7. When a local
promoter that you’ve never met decides to meet you at the airport,
it generally means he has bad news.
8. When your
local promoter says “we have a nice bus for you” it means
“it used to be a tour bus until they retired it. Now they use it
to haul around construction materials”
9. When the local
promoter says “The rental agency was out of trucks, but there is
plenty of room under the bus for equipment” it means “I’m
sorry, but you will be traveling 500 miles with a guitar amplifier on
your lap”
10. When the
driver says “the bathroom will be fixed tomorrow”, it means
“the bathroom hasn’t worked for 10 years and never will again
in your lifetime”
11. When the
driver says “don’t worry, we’ll stop when you need to
go to the toilet” it means “I’ve got a bladder the size
of Cincinnati, and I ain’t stopping for NOTHING”
12. When the
driver says “we’ll be making a lunch stop soon” it means
“we are dangerously low on gas, which is the only reason we’re
stopping” The exception is in Italy, where a 2 hour lunch stop at
the Autogrill is in the contract. We were actually shown the contract
once, when we were running late and didn’t think we had 2 hours
before the gig started. Of course the contract was in Italian, so it was
difficult to translate. I am reasonably certain that i saw “Autogrill”
on there somewhere, though.
13. The Autogrill
is the only truckstop in the world that serves Osso Buco.
14. The Autogrill
is the only truckstop in the world that serves wine, in glasses or bottles.
The bottles are much more popular, both with the band and the drivers.
Somehow this scares me when we return to the highway.
14. When your
local promoter says “We will have a nice meal for you at the venue”
it means one of two things:
a. We will have
a nice dinner for 5 people at the venue, even though
there are 26 of you.
or:
b. We will have
a veggie tray from 7-11, complete with some green dip that’s been
sitting so long that it’s developed a crust that’s impervious
to penetration by chips and/or vegetables, except maybe a very firm carrot.
15. When the
local promoter says “we have a nice jam session set up for you after
the performance” it means “I am trying to curry favor with
a local club and look like a bigwig by appearing there with members of
the Ray Charles Orchestra” It also means that he plays very poor
(but loud) blues guitar.
16. When you
get to the jam session, the house band is either:
a. The lounge
band from the Holiday Inn Express
b. The lounge band from the Ramada Inn Limited
c. Buddy and his all-star 123 decibel blues band
d. a keyboard player with a drum machine
e. no house band, WE are the house band... SURPRISE!
17. When your
regular bass player breaks his arm by the pool at the Best Western, everyone’s
brother/sister/nephew/husband plays bass. What this really means is that
they either own a bass or are renting to buy. The one exception was that
when the owner of our favorite Thai restaurant, across the street from
the Best Western (or as one of our illiterate road managers spelled it,
Best Westren) said “my husband is a bass player”, what she
really meant was “my husband is an absolutely fabulous world famous
bass player who has been helping me run my restaurant but would really
like to get back on the road for a while”. Bless her heart. Her
husband is still playing with us after many years.
Which shows that
occasionally things work out. Sometimes during all of this, you get a
great bass player or a wonderful meal or a musical jam session with friendly
local musicians who can really play. But don’t count on it.