Sometimes I get funny ideas in my head. Like: I rather dis
-like travelling -- but a few years ago I had the notion that it would be neat to live in Norway for a year. But then I realized that I envisioned myself hiding out and doing woodworking and recording songs -- and I could do that more easily here at home (and not have to ship my tools and musical instruments overseas).
A variation of that occurred a few weeks ago, when I accidentally stumbled across the town of "Bell", in regional Queensland. It's a few hours west of here, and pretty small: hypothetically I could spend a few months there, recording and doing woodworking: and driving
there with a pickup truck or van full of tools and instruments would be far more feasible.
My latest thing is this: I was reading an article in a guitar magazine this morning about ten great guitar shops in the U.S.; one of them was in Chicago; and I thought, "Wouldn't it be cool to have a used guitar from Chicago?"
And the thought developed: I've never really been on a "road trip". Family trips as a child don't count.
I drove from Tacoma to Portland, Oregon once, for business (about a three hour drive); and from Seattle to Pullman, WA once (about four hours). And that's it.
So: one of these days, fly into Oregon; meet up with Old Roommate; and do a road trip to Chicago. Stop by a few guitar shops along the way (and whatever is of interest to him); drive, reminisce, stop at some truck stops and diners.
And when we get to Chicago, phone the store to ask how to get there without getting stuck in any of the dodgy neighborhoods.
Aim for getting a guitar. But if a Fender Rhodes, a compelling tube amp, or some funky old synth, calls to me...
Bonus points if I buy a used guitar from a Chicago pawn shop
Then drive down to Nashville (only eight hours away! Had not realized it was that close!), book a few hours in a low-end recording studio, and record a demo -- just to say that I've recorded in Nashville.
And then drive back.
Not now. Maybe in a decade or so -- when I'm about 55 or 58.
Not in the summer -- too stinkin' hot -- nor in the winter -- getting stuck in the snow. Either the fall or the early spring. Maybe fall, so I can have Thanksgiving with my family before heading back to Australia.
The "fun" part will be trying to ship that stuff back. Probably by ocean freight, not by air freight. Depending on the volume.
Addendum: (3:55pm) -- Bring a guitar or other musical instrument (but one that I don't care about!) to sell at a pawn shop in Chicago. That way I can also say that I pawned a guitar in Chicago.
Labels: guitars, old roommate, road trip, vacation