The Hackensaw Boys : Rob

“On the one hand, we have a suspension system that looks like it just spent six-months on a New Hamshire highway—leading us to believe that it was stolen by joyriding vandals, while on the other hand, we realize it is a passenger van—an obvious contradiction to any definition of the word joyride.”

It is now a question of mind over matter. Can you convince yourself that you don’t have to piss long enough to get to the Rest Area? Or, will your bladder simply explode in a moment that will be discussed amongst your friends for years to come?

Many believe the progenitor of all jam bands to be The Grateful Dead. These California hipsters parlayed a blend of country, jazz and rock into a multi-decade suspended sort of childhood marked by lots of touring, copious musical experimentation, tireless rhythm sections and plenty of cocaine, pot, LSD, heroin, nicotine and domestic beer.

I shall risk the jelly fish’s tentacles and do my best to call down the walrus for you dear reader for we have grown to be good friends and I would not leave you so unsatisfied.

After four hours of interrupted (by returning Hackensaws) sleep I awoke to hear Pee Paw saying we needed to “Git on down the road.” I knew full well that our next show in Park City was a full day’s drive away and I felt unequal to the task.