(Inside the World of a Rock Roadie Page 6 of 6)
The last night of the tour, I wandered out front to watch Elvis Costello play. He delivered a blistering, inspired performance--a rare blend of artistry, passion, and craftsmanship that reminded me of why I had fallen in love with music so many years earlier. After load-out, I said my goodbyes to the crew: Itchy, Squinty, Flavor Flav Dave, and Taliban Dan. I felt a bit like Dorothy at the end of The Wizard of Oz . "I'll miss you the most, Wookie," I heard myself say. And within hours, I was back in my empty Santa Monica apartment.
A few months later, a magazine purchased one of my stories. It appeared that my writing career was finally taking flight. In my heart, I knew it was time to leave the roadie world behind, and after 15 years, my long strange journey was winding down. I don't know exactly what the future holds, but if Foghat should call my name five years down the line, I can't promise that I won't come running.
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