Limitations of the human body and the Road.
Touring, although adventurous and fun, can be hard on the human vessel. In any "normal" daily routine, one hopes not to fall ill from any number of things. Out here, it's important to stay as healthy as possible.
To start, you're far from home. Add to that strange food and food-handling practices and there's cause for worry. Then, the sheer physical burden that comes from shlepping your own gear, when you don't have a full crew.
I'm my case, even though my mind thinks I'm a kid, my body has other ideas. I blew my right knee out, doing nothing Rock 'n' Roll, like stage diving or performing. I simply stood up wrong and dislocated my right knee—um, the most important knee, my bass-drum knee.
Gabriel heard and saw me reset my knee, from across the venue. It was nausea inducing, to be sure.
He was horrified.
It was a reckoning of sorts, I suppose. I'm OK with the body faltering, but when the brain goes?
Kill me, already.
Then, Gregory Houston had the misfortune of making direct contact with 240vac. Dodgy venue power was at fault. (Insidious, hidden, dangerous.)
Now, Greg is a big man, that may have saved him, because he fell straight to the ground, had that not happened, he may not have been so lucky.
See, high-voltage electricity doesn't turn you loose, it hangs on.
OK, off we go, 380km to Switzerland.
Old-man knee ...
| Nürnberg, DE
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