The price of fame?

Tall Guy recently wrote about the price of fame. One thing that's concerned me over the years that that rock and roll -- or at least, breaking in to it -- is in many ways a young person's game. I still could sleep on floors, or five to a motel room, or in the van -- but... I'd prefer not to.

And I've always been a bit of a homebody, a non-tourist (which makes tomorrow somewhat ironic -- ''ironic'' used in the lazy, non-correct sense). I just wouldn't enjoy spending six months on tour: I'd put up with it, in [hopefully!] a good-natured manner -- because one puts up with things one has to do. But I'd rather be in my own home, with my wife and child. Funny, that.

I think the compromise might be that I'd consider do a few three-day, local-ish tours (if such a need ever arose). And if TG and I happened to have something approaching a hit record, I'd bring the wife and kid along, too. And I'd tour maybe once.

Or, so I say.

Maybe I can make like the Beatles [latter-era], and just refuse to tour.


Although, ahh -- maybe I should release an album, first. And finish a Dissertation before that. ;)


--GG