You know how when you’re out on the road and you find out somebody in the band is gay (not that there’s anything wrong with that)? Don’t you hate that? I was out with Red Sovine and a drummer we’d taken with us at the last minute, whom none of us really knew, started making moves on the bass player after we’d been out a few days. So we made a few phone calls and a slight detour and dropped his ass off back in Nashville and picked up another drummer and went on with the tour.
I was out West with another act and the bus driver hit it big in a casino and quit and hopped a plane to Cancun or some fucking where and we had to fly another driver in from Nashville.
When I was with Stonewall we took a bass player out with us, again, someone we didn’t really know, and he was such a bad player he tried to play walking patters on just one string. So that was something you don’t want to do every day.
I got into a fight on the bus with Faron and he fired me on the spot and ordered the driver to pull over and put me off, hundreds of miles away from Nashville, but he wouldn’t stop. So he fired the driver, too. Nobody in the band backed up the boss’s executive decision, and Faron grumbled and staggered around the bus for a while and eventually tottered off to bed. Everything was forgiven the next morning.
