Radio Radio

We Don’t Have a Radio Station Anymore
So when you release a record there is a whole litany of deadlines to meet, commitments to fill and remote locations to visit based on your team of managers, radio promoters, bill collectors and parole officer’s suggestions.
Let me preface this by saying, we’re all really excited about the release of our new album and the response and support we’ve been getting from everyone has been amazing, and we really love heading out to new places and meeting folks everyday.
Act III- The Epilogue
7:05am The Big Chill Cafe- Graham, TX
The first light to hit my eyes was in the parking lot of an apartment complex about 35 minutes ago, that would be 6:30am for all of the math majors here, not really rock n roll hours, but I digress. Gordy, Colin and I spent the night in the van after we were unable to find a hotel anywhere within a 50 mile radius of our destination this morning due to a Novarus corporate retreat (they’re basically legal drug dealers, or something like that). I think they call it pharmaceutical sales.
Waking up in the van sucks.
Act II – The Night Before
Last night we left Austin at about 10pm, ready to head to Denton to stay with some friends. We knew it was going to be an early morning, but we figured we’d get in late, hang for a bit, take a nap and drive an hour or so to our destination. We were wrong.
What we originally thought was a 3-hour drive, ended up being 5 hours in the wrong direction. After calling our gracious hosts and politely uninviting ourselves we decided to get as close to our landing pad as possible.
After calls to 7 hotels in 3 different towns, we resigned ourselves to the fact that we’d be driving all the way and sleeping “in a van down by the river.”
We rolled into town about 3:30am and parked the van in the most dimly lit area of town. To appreciate sleeping in the van, let me give you this analogy, it’s like you’re a piece of meat, on a grill, you have to turn over every 30 minutes or so because one whole side of your body falls asleep if you stay on it too long.
Act I – Foiled
So after exactly 6 rolls and a couple of tosses and turns, I woke up.
We drove about 4 tenths of a mile down the main drag in Graham, TX, looking for the radio station. We didn’t have an address in our itinerary, just Oak St. So bleary eyed and weary, we’re scouring the downtown looking for this damn radio station when we run across a friendly police officer, (it just so happened we were in front of the local breakfast/donut joint).
I politely rolled down my window and asked, “Can you tell me where the radio station is in town?”
Without breaking stride, he gave me a blank look and said.
“Radio station… Here in Graham? We don’t have a radio station here, it closed down about a week ago.”
Gordy, Colin and I looked at each other and simultaneously gave the are you shitting me look, and then turned in unison to face the cop.
He was in full grin at this point and began to chuckle.
“Ahhh the radio station is just up the street there on your right.”
“So how’s the breakfast in there?” I asked.
“Best breakfast in town,” he replied. “You know the food is good when the fat police are eating there.”
I laughed and told him we’d be right in.
TBOH