Somewhere near Denver, 6 AM ...
I woke up with my arms wrapped around my guitar case, in a pickup truck. It's a Ford, with Texas plates. How the hell did I get here? There's a hullaballoo mysquito buzzing in my ear. I swat him with precision - SPLAT! This is when I discover how much of our blood he has already sucked. Alot. He moves on to the next spirit world, my blood stays right here in this truck.
We've been listening to the Dixie Chicks. They're "country."
We had to change a fan belt somewhere in the middle of the desert. I think it was Wyoming. The Dixie tunes help to distract us from the excruciating heat. It works for about two songs ...
I'm not sure which one of the Dixie Chicks I like. I guess Emily. 'Cuz she's tall and sexy and plays tha banjo. Wonder if she stands by her man ... bet she makes him stand tall. High above it all. I can definitely dig me a banjo babe. A three-way Dixie jam on tha Highway. And they got hot harmonies. Mmmm. Harmonious fantasticus. They really are fine musicians. Makes me wanna say, "Chix Rule."
Enough of this musical malarky ... only 24 hours 'til I get to L.A.
-Todd (driving/dreaming)
Posted by calico at August 03, 2003 08:46 PM