Things got big quickly for us, and playing arenas... it's like - and every band will tell you this - you don't see any of the town.
I like playing on the road and quieting the crowd. I love it.
As glamorous as WWE may seem, you're probably eating at a Waffle House at 1 in the morning, and you're probably going to see the Ring of Honor guys there, too.
It's tough to win on the road, you know... at the end of the day, it's just tough to win on the road.
Porsche and BMW drivers are arrogant.
I used to play in biker bars, different places like that.
For a long time, our only mode of travel was an Econoline van. Eleven of us, with nine sleeping in the back on two mattresses.
Touring is a tough business.
For my band's debut tour in 2011, we road-tripped across the country in a 15-passenger van. It was the first time I'd left Alabama. I drove through scenery I'd only ever seen in calendars: auburn leaves falling in Vermont, the sun setting over purple mountains in Arizona. It was incredible.
I've always wanted to drive cross-country.
We definitely get respect as far as the musicianship, working hard and being road dogs.
I have 120 employees on the road every day, and about 30 other employees off the road.
We've played every dirty rock-and-roll club in America, and we've been opening acts for everyone.
I love writing about people on the road.
You have to be able to win on the road if you want to win in the playoffs.
Willie Nelson, out there 200 days a year, calls his band family. And it is.
Some people look for a certain structure in their lives that they're comfortable with. People who work hard on the road as truckers, people who work hard using their hands. Then there are people who are fortunate enough to have my life, people who play these characters who embody these qualities.
Part of what's important for me is for our players to play on the road.
I still feel very close to the people I wrote shows with and some of the people I toured with. I feel very close to them, like a family or like college friends who you know and who have seen you at your worst and you spend 14 hours driving a van all piled on top of each other.
… superannuated bagmen
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
