ASSOCIATES (vol. 3, no. 3, March 1997) - associates.ucr.edu
*LIBRARY LIFE: A COLUMN OF ECLECTIC RANTINGS* by Katie Buller Road trips! What do the two words above conjure up? Being crammed into the back seat in dad's '57 Pontiac en route to aunt Esther's? Three guys, a case of beer and a lot of Doritos in a 1975 Buick? Or a library worker who seems to be married to the interstate highways these days? Pick the last one and you've got a winner. Over the last couple of years, I seem to have developed this odd habit of arranging pet care in my absence and taking off for the wild blue yonder on any given weekend. Not that I can afford this extravagance--I can't! But for some odd reason I seem to have embarked on some sort of a country music odyssey that is never-ending and I'm not even that big of a country music fan! Over the last 1 1/2 years, I have seen Pam Tillis, Merle Haggard, Sammy Kershaw, Neal McCoy, Bryan White, Lorrie Morgan, Ken Mellons, Terri Clark, Alan Jackson, Chely Wright, Jodee Messina, Daryl Singletary, Ferlin Husky, Brenda Lee, Tim McGraw and probably a lot more I just can't think of right now. Some of them more than once! Why do this, you might ask. Well, I might answer it is because my roommate has big ideas but I'm the one with the car that runs and where the car goes, I go. So we're on the road, selling t-shirts for a young country singer yet to sign a recording contract. In our journeys, we've hit Alabama twice, Virginia once, Illinois two-three times, Indiana once and made a side trip to Nashville one time to meet with his managers. What does this have to do with libraries? Not a darned thing except it all involves time being away from one. Nashville is an interesting town. I'm going to bore our Tennessee readers for a moment to give you my impression of Nashville: it's got some of the strangest looking buildings I've seen in a long time, it's hard to actually find a country music radio station in Nashville without tripping over 2-3 oldies rock stations, and Music Row is so narrow that one literally cannot turn around in some spots. The billboards keeping you informed about the status of the hottest country music stars and their ventures are every 10 feet or so. Every building in the center of the city seems to have been turned over to the music industry, no matter what type of building it is. Think that house looks just like Aunt Tillie's? Sure, if Aunt Tillie happens to have a multimillion dollar recording studio setup. Hey, that looks just like a big tv out there in the yard---whoops, no that's just Sony Records' little promo box, where they put pictures of their artist-of-the-month. Hey, is that really the Pentagon? No, but it's just as big--it's the Opryland Hotel, a city-within-a-city. And no, it's not really shaped like the Pentagon. I was kidding when I wrote that. Being a Yankee down south is an interesting experience compared to the frozen north, where I was born and bred of German, English, Dutch and Native American stock. In rural Alabama, where I worked at 2-3 shows, entertainment-starved Alabamans came out in droves, even in pouring rain. At one show, the journey from our hotel to the show site was a harrowing experience--coming down the mountain, in the rain, going around a curve to find a 1-lane tunnel right in front of us. Like to take chances? We did and plunged right through. Luckily, there were no caravans of 18-wheelers coming in on the other end or I would not be writing this prattle here now. I spent some time at a place called Looney's Tavern near Double Springs. Looney's is not really a tavern nor are they looney. It's actually a very nice outdoor theatre with shops and a restaurant, situated on top of a smallish mountain, if there is such a thing. Sammy Kershaw was there and wanted to go fishing, so during a pouring rain, the owners got Sammy a boat and backed it down the mountain to the lake. A large boat, going backwards down a narrow muddy road between some really really BIG trees is an entertaining sight. It took more time to get the boat into the lake than it did for Sammy to catch the only fish he got, which was too small and had to be thrown back. Oh well, better luck next time, Sammy. Not all trips are down south. I just came home from a road trip to Clear Lake,Iowa, home of the Surf Ballroom, where I saw Paul Revere and the Raiders for the 50-60th time or so. For those who may not remember, the Surf was the site of Buddy Holly's last show before he, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper all died in a plane crash shortly after takeoff from the Mason City airport. The Surf is like a trip back in time--a REAL wooden dance floor dominates the ballroom, which is lined with booths so tiny that even Kate Moss would have to pull in her gut to slide into one. Photos and drawings of Buddy Holly line the walls, along with photos of the hundreds of stars who have appeared there over the years. The Surf is worth a visit again. Next week, I go to Wisconsin Dells for a Sammy Kershaw show. Wisconsin Dells, for you Wisconsin-deprived folks, is the biggest tourist trap this side of Jackson Hole but luckily, that's only during the summer. Can I bad-mouth the Dells like that with impunity? Of course I can. I was born there and grew up about 8 miles out of town. But during the summer, it is a high-priced paradise for kids and I recommend at least one trip there during your lifetime. One trip and one trip only. Be sure to cash in your life savings to pay for one ride on a Duck. Email me to find out what a Duck is, other than the web-footed variety. Be prepared for at least one Duck joke as part of the answer. This year I have already hit the road--all right, the tarmac--for one adventure out in California, where I went to a Hercules/Xena convention. Yes, you can laugh now, but I got to see Kevin Sorbo and Lucy Lawless in person. What have YOU seen lately that was that gorgeous, hey? I'll be heading back out there next week to speak as a panelist at the National Education Assn. Higher Education Conference in San Diego. I already have trips planned for the summer: St. Louis for a festival, Boston for a sci-fi fan convention, Colorado to possibly appear as an extra in a movie (yes, a REAL movie). This is not to mention the probable last-minute trips to country music shows for selling shirts and a few trips to oldies rock-n-roll shows. All this and more for a fat middle-aged woman who never even got her driver's license until she was 21 years old. I'm tired just thinking about it. But am I bored...? Not on your life!