The road is a time fused m80 in the hotel lobby ashtray that explodes and sends cigarette butts and sand everywhere
The road is launching quarter pound rockets from the 6th floor hotel balcony to neighboring balconies
The road is feces filled cups on top of a swinging bathroom door for unsuspecting tourists
The road is 1967
The road is 1968
The road is 1969
The road is not getting paid, a free audition, a lie, a promise.
A gold record on a motel room wall
Unreturned phone calls
A well rehearsed pickup line
A bad trip
Mississippi faces , strange and ugly from too much Owsleys
Toad with Ginger Baker, Take 5 with Joe Morello
An agent with a reputation
Sound waves in a room
The wrong place at the wrong time
The road is arriving at the club to find all of your equipment off the bandstand, on the floor at 5 till nine
The Road Is