I am finally relaxed. I am in Troy, Ohio, in Tim (singer, older brother) and Terry’s (lead guitar, younger brother) parent’s house, we’re drinking coffee and watching birds fly in the 8 inches of snow through the window. Pittsburgh to Dayton, where our show was last night, is normally a 4-5 hour drive. For us, it was an 11 journey through the realms of traffic, fast food, and bad memories.
We didn’t leave at 6 AM. Or 7 AM. Or 8, 9 or 10. We left the glorious Econo Lodge at 11 AM, banking on the sturdiness of our van, the Vincent Black Shadow, and the sensibilities of the Ohio plows. Both failed to deliver the goods. After a few hours in steady traffic on roads that were barely snow covered, but enough for people to freak out and not plan in advance enough to plow (one radio announcer deemed in the “storm of 2008 and maybe the biggest storm in the past 15-20 years), we got off I-70 to eat at an A&W / Blimpies / gas station / depressionmart. We spent not more than fifteen minutes eating, went out to the van, turned the key in the ignition, nothing. Got electricity, but the engine wouldn’t budge. Now, we already weren’t in the best spirits. We knew a warm house with good people was only 120 miles away, but we were powerless, left only with our dwindling sanity, French fries, and a travel Connect 4 game.
Hours later, tow truck, cab, National Tire and Battery in the glorious Zainesville, Ohio. Some bullshit with the alarm being triggered, which we had removed, but had happened before, and they couldn’t figure out how to disengage. No alarm sound, but it still stopped the engine. They got it running, wished us well, and hoped it wouldn’t happen again. So did we.
BACK ON THE ROAD! In…..more traffic! They closed I-70 due to a five tractor trailer pile-up, so we chugged along the detour for far too long, calling the club in Dayton to make sure they were still gonna be open, because the radio alerted us that both the American Legion’s Meatloaf Dinner and the local high school’s cheerleader competition were both cancelled, so needless to say, we were worried. But at that point, in our drummer Kyle Wills’s words, if we didn’t get to play that show we would’ve just pulled the van into a garage and kept it running.
Never fear. We did make it. 10 minutes before our scheduled set, to the Canal St. Tavern in Dayton Ohio. The headlining but unfortunately named Audible Influence were amazing guys, let us use all their gear and take the door money as a favor for braving the weather. We played a great set, there were people there (which we couldn’t believe!), Tim and Terry’s dad, the original Tim Adams, made it out, and it was great to finally meet him. The feeling of standing and walking around in a warm bar after spending far longer than you’d ever want in an A&W, and then a cold van, can not be put into words. It’s like holding 3 month old puppy while being fanned with palm leaves and watching the episode of the Cosby Show where all the guys dream they’re pregnant…complete utter perfection.
Drove back to the Adams household in Troy, and ate a much needed dinner. This house is wonderful, as are the people here. There is also one ridiculous dog. The show tonight is in Cincinatti, which is only a 45 minute drive, so we’ll give ourselves about five hours to get there.