On the road

We spend a lot of time on the road.....
Literally, I spend most of my time in a year on the highway in a van. Most of that time is in the middle of cities on a road that always looks the same. Farmland, hills, truck-stops, small towns, toll roads, rest stops, chem trails...... :)
The road goes on forever.
It's never ending and always constant.
It's every bathroom in every town with every vulgar racist political nonsense you could never imagine on the walls.
It's Doritos and Mars bars, Cokes and coffees all staring you in the face when you're telling yourself you need to find something good to eat. It's gray faced, low talking, midnight cashiers all asking if that's you on pump 9.
Watching tv shows on your phone,
listening to Lightning Hopkins, John Hiatt, Sonny Landreth and Richard Pryor. Taking turns in the shotgun seat,
and laying down a lot but never really sleeping.
Most of us just become zombie like people with one question.....
"How much longer?"
Then their are times when we engage in storytelling. We start laughing together at Louis C.K.
Cyril starts telling us about being on tour with the Rolling Stones,
Yonrico talks about playing with Ray Charles, I share a delicious drug story from way back. Devon and Bobby gets excited about tacos or football.
Everyone starts sitting up and looking around. We start sharing our favorite. music with each other.
This is a ritualistic period of time and we hardly think about it....
It's the last hour of the drive.
We've been riding for 12 hours all day and the last hour it gets really fun....
almost as if we don't want it to end.
It's like being held hostage and fearing for your life, only to be set free and strangely missing your ordeal.

So when we say "we're on the road"
we are literally on the road. You might think its a term used to describe the night to night concerts in different cities, but very little time is spent on stage.
This is not a cry for help, a whoa is me,
or even a romantic glimpse. It's just another blog from the tour. I run out of things to write about sometimes and go with whatever gets me typing.
We drive 12 hours today to Birmingham, Al.

"I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind.....you know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find.....
Running into the sun
but I'm running behind"

Peace, Love, Zito