“Hey, man, I’m really digging the music and the vibe. Thanks for the opportunity… and by the way, at what point are we going to actually bathe?” the bass player wondered.
One of the things we take for granted in life is the freedom to wash ourselves on a daily basis. Back when I had a band on the road, we hit a stretch on the East Coast where nobody had showered for several days. We were holed up at some crazy jam band festival with a bunch of partiers, young hippies and various freaks, and needless to say, the RV was starting to get a little funky. Everyone had multiple layers of dried sweat caked on their bodies. The newest band member finally spoke up and asked the obvious question! There weren’t any public showers, so we had to wait until we left the festival and hit the next gig. Five days without any type of bathing. I hope I never have to do that again. This is but one small glimpse into the realities of road life, as detailed in The Lizard Stays in the Cage.
What sacrifices have you made for your craft?