The past 24 hours have been a blur of crooked rain, a pastiche of trees and the Smoky Mountains racing past semi dirty windows, a conglomeration of mysterious smells clinging to the big van air that nobody claimed, and a handful of stops for gas and Subway sandwiches in the not so fine rest areas between Harrisonburg, Va. and Memphis TN.... where I write this scrunched in a corner against smudged striped out wallpaper in a Super 8 somewhere.
We picked up 3 more passengers in Nashville...the members of the fine band called Leslie, and crushed many more items all Tetris- like into the trailer and set off. I kept myself busy reading and watching the first season of mad Men on my ipod....and thinking of my peeps little and big back in Pennsylvania.
Tomorrow we will reach Austin eventually along with 1200 more bands..descending on central TX like fire ants to a hive in the grass, like Muslims to Mecca, like white on rice. Hail Hail Rock and Roll.