I’ll Take One Uneventful Day Please

It started with a band staying the night at our house and ended with a blown out tire on the interstate.  That’s how my last 24 hours have played out.  Two Christmases ago I wrote about driving with my brother to return a guitar to a guy in a band.  The guitar got left in the club they had played at in Little Rock and it wasn’t discovered missing until they were at home in Texas.  My brother saw an opportunity to help out this band that he liked and so he offered to pick up the guitar and drive it half way.

Well this same band (their name is Resident Hero) is back on tour and were driving from Mississippi to a town in northern Arkansas to play a show.  Since they had to drive on I-40 to get there, my brother saw another opportunity to help them out and so he offered up our house for the night.  They took him up on it and while I have no idea what they might have actually thought of the house or their sleeping accommodations, it beats sleeping in a smelly van right?  Plus I helped my brother ended up making breakfast for them in the morning and one guy did his laundry.  I didn’t really talk or hang out with them but they seemed pretty cool and I think they were grateful to get out of their van and stay in a house, even if it was only for one night.

The town they played in is about a 2 1/2-3 hour drive from our house and I told my brother I would go with him so he wouldn’t have to do the drive alone.  We got there and the show was pretty good and I was especially happy that they were one of the openers, so they were done by 9:30.  We listened to a lot of the next set and then talked to the lead singer for a little bit and headed out around 10:30.

About 14 miles outside of our town there’s a fast thumping sound and smoke coming from the front of the car.  Keep in mind this is a rental my brother had to get because of the car wrecks he was in last week.  We pull over and wouldn’t you know the front passenger side tire is not only flat, but has exploded leaving a 2 inch gash in the tire.  And there’s some kind of liquid leaking out from the tire.

We pull out the spare and my brother starts fiddling with the jack but neither one of us have actually had to change a tire.  I’ve seen it done but never had to do it myself.  Here it is, 1:00 in the morning.  We are on I-40 heading east about 14 miles from our town.  I don’t know what night time looks like where you live but down here in Arkansas it’s complete and total darkness.  You can barely see your hand in front of your face so we were using our cell phones as flashlights.  And I should say that we ended up only being 14 miles away from home but we really didn’t know exactly where we were at the time.

My brother was working on getting the jack on the car but it wasn’t looking promising at first.  So I found a road service number and gave them a call.  Their estimated time for arrival was sometime in the next 75 minutes.  Oh goodie.  By the time I finally got off the phone with them, my brother had gotten the jack on securely so I loosened the bolts.  Once the bolts were off, I called the road service people and canceled the service keeping my fingers crossed we would be able to get the spare on and not have to call them again.  It took us about an hour (maybe a little more) to get the tire changed.  I’m just glad we didn’t have to wait an additional 75 minutes.  I have no idea if it’s really on the way it’s supposed to be.  I would assume so since it didn’t fall off or explode but who knows.

It’s now 3:30 in the morning and I’m exhausted.  Oh man, did I mention that my mom got sick and I almost had to take her to the ER?  I didn’t?  Well, that happened too.  She probably won’t like that I put that in there but it adds to the drama craziness excitement that is my life sometimes.  By the way, I got her to her doctor’s office and she’s fine just really tired.  Here’s the recap:

Make breakfast for a rock band staying in our home – check

Almost took mom to the ER – check

Went on mini road trip with brother – check

Went to a rock concert with brother – check

Had to change an exploded tire on the interstate in the middle of the night – check

Let’s see…yep, that about sums up my day.  I’m going to be flying to Salt Lake City this weekend, can’t wait to see what madness happens there.  In the meantime I hope tomorrow is a complete and total bore.

A brush with rock and roll?

Well not quite but this was what happened my first day back home for the Christmas holiday.  My brother, who is a concert junkie, announced that he might be taking a little road trip that day (which also happened to be Christmas Eve) to help out one of his current favorite bands Resident Hero.  According to their myspace page, they left their guitars at the local Little Rock club Juanitas and had since moved on with their tour to Texas.  So after a bunch of tag emails and phone calls, the leader of this band figured he had no other option of getting his guitars back on time for the next show without the help of my brother – whom he didn’t really even know.  I decided to go with my brother and we headed down to Little Rock to pick up the guitars.  We were supposed to meet a club worker at Juanita’s but she apparently was in a hurry and met us at some church of the interstate and we then headed down to Arkadelphia which is an hour and a half drive from where we were.  Not too bad considering Ryan the band guy, was going to drive about three hours from where he was in Texas. 

We got to Arkadelphia about an hour and a half before Ryan showed up so I suggested we drive around and have a look seeing as how I had never been there before.  Let me just say, this town makes Rexburg look like a metropolis.  The ONLY thing there is a small college and that’s it.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  We did see God’s House and Clark’s STD Parts (I’m going to have to post the pics when I get a chance).  Finally Ryan showed up and he had brought along his grandma for the ride.  I guess they had a day in between shows and he is a Texas native so he had planned to spend Christmas Eve with his family.  Anyway, they offered to buy us dinner but they only place around that was open was McDonald’s (gross) and then they offered to fill up my brother’s car but he had just done that so it didn’t take much.  Then this guy gave my brother a new CD that his band is working on for their next album and my brother was thrilled.

So my first day back turned out to be fun had by all, I got to spend one on one time with my brother whom I rarely see, he got to meet the lead singer of one of his favorite bands, and Ryan got his guitars back safe and sound.  And who knows, maybe one day this band will get signed and will make for an even better story.