Drummer Bum Stories


So anybody have any war stories about roughing it on the road? I remember when I first moved away from home, I joined a local country band, actually moved in with them in their house (rented the fold out sofa haha). there was a van, an econoline. To save money on out of town gigs we'd bring two tents and do "rest stop camping" (the camp sites not far off the highway). To save space i'd pack my clothes, and toiletries in my bass drum (tension rods unscrewed). Those were the bad old days haha! how about you?