I’ve never been the sort to afford myself any kind of adventure. Sure, I’m a fixture at local concert venues and bars since shows and pub trivia take up a good majority of my free time, but there is a special emphasis on the word “local”. My radius for activities is a rather small one less because of my city is a bustling epicenter of interesting activity and more because I’m pretty much a giant chicken. Simply put, the motto “Better safe than sorry” has summed up a good majority of my life.
The last time I did any sort of traveling for a show was around four years ago. My ex and I hopped into his Blazer and made the trek to Schroeder Hall in Goliad, TX to watch Seth James and Randy Rogers Band in what we promised to be the first of many out of town trips to watch the bands that we loved. Now, one thing that I think I need to properly convey is that when I say “trek to Schroeder Hall”, I mean that Google maps puts the door-to-door time from my house to the parking lot of Schroeder Hall at an hour and 45 minutes. So in actuality, our drive wasn’t a terribly long and trying one.
Since then, I haven’t really been able to make the run for the sake of the show. I spent years waiting tables and working long hours, which never allowed me to make the trips I wanted … Keep Reading