Newsletter

May 26th, 2013

When you travel a lot for business, you’re more or less living the rock n’ roll lifestyle. Sure, you might not be getting up onstage in front of thousands of screaming fans, but I’ll bet a lot of you are doing a lot of presentation making, traveling from place to place saying the same things to different people. And the never-ending string of airplanes and hotels is just exactly the same, give or take a bit of debauchery here and there.

As you move through this rock star lifestyle, then, it seems that there are two very distinct ways of feeling about it all. On the one hand, it can be a monotonous drudge, on the other, a gleeful opportunity to explore. These two points of view are very neatly described by Bob Seger and Willie Nelson, respectively, and I thought, why not go for a little poetry at the start of this holiday weekend?

Here’s Bob to start with:

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin’ out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you’re ridin’ sixteen hours and there’s nothin’ much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’,
You just wish the trip was through

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you’re shakin’ off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you
But you just want to explode

Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old clichés,
“Is that a woman or a man?”
And you always seem outnumbered,
You’ don’t dare make a stand

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Out there in the spotlight
You’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours out you body
Like the music that you play

Later in the evening
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers
Ringing’ in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette,
Rememberin’ what she said

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page
Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page
There I go
There I go

And now, with a little more optimism, here’s Willie:

On the road again
Just can’t wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is making music with my friends

And I can’t wait to get on the road again.
On the road again

Goin’ places that I’ve never been.
Seein’ things that I may never see again

And I can’t wait to get on the road again.
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We’re the best of friends.
Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
Is on the road again.
Just can’t wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin’ music with my friends

And I can’t wait to get on the road again.
On the road again

Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We’re the best of friends

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
Is on the road again.
Just can’t wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin’ music with my friends

And I can’t wait to get on the road again.
And I can’t wait to get on the road again.

We, of course, would like it if everyone who came to stay with us was on team Willie. If there’s anything we might do to help you get there, don’t hesitate to ask.

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