Post by built2killlllll on Feb 25, 2010 17:31:45 GMT -5
Afternoon set in 08 was sublime:)
Revue of an 08 Memphis gig
"And there it was, that distinctive spine-tingling sensation that only seems to strike when you’re in the presence of great live music or perhaps the Holy Spirit at church, for I knew what we were in store for – the great “Eighteen Wheels of Love” and its story of Hood’s mama falling in love with Chester while working at R&D trucking and their subsequent wedding in Dollywood – a story so incredibly white trash that you can’t even make up, no matter how hard you try. But, this time there was a new part to the tale and you could see that this addition wasn’t an easy thing to talk about in Hood’s eyes, even through the whiskey-influenced glaze, and he soon let us in on recent developments in the lives of mama and Chester. You see, Chester had congestive heart failure and ended up in hospice care with little chance of survival. Despite his sufferings and grim prognosis, at some point he whispered a question to the hospice nurse, sent to make him as comfortable as possible while he passed from this world, “When can I drive again?” Soon, though, something happened, something near-miraculous and, somehow, someway, Chester recovered. Today, Hood then told us, Chester and his mama were heading to California to see some grandkids in his beloved truck, riding off into the sunset like in some old movie. Of course, those words are just the precursor to the actual song, which Hood claims to have written the couple when they got married and he was flat broke and which only consists of a few stanzas repeated over and over “Mama ran off with a trucker, Peterbilt, Peterbilt,” “They got married in Dollywood,” and “Eighteen wheels of love.” But, despite its simplicity, when coupled with the actual story it is actually a beautiful, if somewhat trashy love story."
Revue of an 08 Memphis gig
"And there it was, that distinctive spine-tingling sensation that only seems to strike when you’re in the presence of great live music or perhaps the Holy Spirit at church, for I knew what we were in store for – the great “Eighteen Wheels of Love” and its story of Hood’s mama falling in love with Chester while working at R&D trucking and their subsequent wedding in Dollywood – a story so incredibly white trash that you can’t even make up, no matter how hard you try. But, this time there was a new part to the tale and you could see that this addition wasn’t an easy thing to talk about in Hood’s eyes, even through the whiskey-influenced glaze, and he soon let us in on recent developments in the lives of mama and Chester. You see, Chester had congestive heart failure and ended up in hospice care with little chance of survival. Despite his sufferings and grim prognosis, at some point he whispered a question to the hospice nurse, sent to make him as comfortable as possible while he passed from this world, “When can I drive again?” Soon, though, something happened, something near-miraculous and, somehow, someway, Chester recovered. Today, Hood then told us, Chester and his mama were heading to California to see some grandkids in his beloved truck, riding off into the sunset like in some old movie. Of course, those words are just the precursor to the actual song, which Hood claims to have written the couple when they got married and he was flat broke and which only consists of a few stanzas repeated over and over “Mama ran off with a trucker, Peterbilt, Peterbilt,” “They got married in Dollywood,” and “Eighteen wheels of love.” But, despite its simplicity, when coupled with the actual story it is actually a beautiful, if somewhat trashy love story."
Them's the risks with festivals.