Blue skies
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In my 15 years as a working musician, I've played many shows like the one I did last weekend in Cache Creek, B.C., which is about four hours northeast of Vancouver on the Trans-Canada Highway. That sort of travel was the reason I quit the band for five years, and I only came back because we don't go out of town nearly as often as we used to.
Now that they are infrequent, however, band trips can be a blast. My first voyage after I returned as drummer for The Neurotics in late 2000 was a one-nighter to New York City. (We didn't visit the World Trade Center—maybe next time, we said.)
This past weekend wasn't that exotic, but driving through the Fraser Canyon on a blazing 35-degree day reminded me of the beauty of this part of the world. Kicking out the classic-rock tunes to a crowd of retro-car fanatics was just the right combination, and it was great to have Doug Elliott (a.k.a. "Don G. Swinger"/"Swingy Neurotic") as a guest bass player. His wife, baby son, and two dogs even came along for the trip.
I hope our next road trip is as much fun. And that it's at least a few months away.