A road story

Sometimes ya gotta wonder if there’s someone or something out there watching out for poor disoriented road musicians.

The gig was over, hits had been played, T-shirts and CD’s had been sold, autographs had been signed, girls had been hit on, the equipment was loaded onto the bus, we had our money from the promoter, and we were ready to go back to the hotel. But the star was busy drinking Crown Royal and kibitzing with a few late-night party fans, and it didn’t look like we were leaving anytime soon. So… Plan B. Borrow a car. One of our fans said, sure, you can use my car to go back to the hotel, so off we went, the guitar player and me.

We were in a strange town and had only a vague idea of where the Holiday Inn was. But we did have some directions, so it was just a matter of reading the street sings and turning the appropriate direction, like, either right of left. And, oh yeah, we were drunk. Like, seeing double drunk, and we couldn’t read the friggin’ street signs. He was driving, and I was the navigator, and we meandered around town for a while hoping just by chance to come across that big green sign.

And then I reached down on the seat amidst a pile of McDonald’s wrappers, cigarettes, sunglasses and cassette tapes and came up with – a pair of binoculars. BINOCULARS! Holy shit! Just what we needed. So I clamped them to my eyes and started navigatin’ like a sumbitch, reading street signs like I did when I passed the eye exam to get my drivers license when I was 16, and soon we were back “home”’, and at the bar.

Sometimes ya gotta wonder if there’s someone or something out there watching out for poor disoriented road musicians.

Author: Cal Sharp

Nashville pedal steel guitarist for over 30 years. Credits include Stonewall Jackson, Little Jimmy Dickens, Red Sovine, Faron Young, Ernest Tubb, Ray Price, Johnny Russell, George Fox, Vern Gosdin, Del Reeves, Gilley's, the Palomino Club and a few others. Retired from the road, playing sessions and clubs locally. I also develop websites, like this one and other music-related sites. Contact me if you need a website. Email: cal at caligraphics dot net or fill out the contact form. http://www.caligraphicsdesign.com/contact/

One thought on “A road story”

  1. Hey Cal, I’ve got a road story for ya. It was in the mid ’80’s and I was doing my one man band acoustic show in a little bar inside a shopping mall. Near the end of my first set 4 guys walked in and one of them came up and asked if I knew any Bruce Springsteen tunes. I said I did and asked if he had any particular request. He said, “No, just play any Springsteen tune and say it’s for Charlie.” At that time the song, “I’m on Fire” was in the top 40 so I chose that one. As soon as I started playing three of the 4 guys started laughing their asses off. I couldn’t figure out if they were laughing at the way I was doing the song or what, so a few minutes later I took a break and headed back to the bar. The guy who had made the request stopped me and said, “Hey buddy, you did a great job on that song. We weren’t laughing at you, just your choice of tunes. You see, this is kind of a reunion for us. Our buddy Charlie here just got out of prison. He was doing 2 to 5 for arson.”

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