Then there was that time Johan had a little fun with some black duct tape. Or maybe it was gaffer tape. Black electrical tape? I’d say it’s not that important, but it kind of is. Johan was our TM. That’s Tour Manager to you. We were always side by side up in the front cab as we motored up and down the highways and byways of Europe. We’d sit up there and shoot the breeze. And on those, ah… let’s just say creatively routed tours, we had plenty of time–stories would get stretched out. I’d say it was like we were taping a podcast if there’d been such a thing. This was more like campfire stuff.
Kafka wrote his father (Herman) a 47 page piece of love-hate mail in response to such strictness...it's the only autobiographical writing Kafka left behind I think...Johan sounds like a guy we'd all like to meet...those Europeans and their soccer. Good road story!
Kafka had a strict father
You are such a good story writer; as well as, music writer. So witty! Thank you for entertaining us in your unique CP style.
Kafka wrote his father (Herman) a 47 page piece of love-hate mail in response to such strictness...it's the only autobiographical writing Kafka left behind I think...Johan sounds like a guy we'd all like to meet...those Europeans and their soccer. Good road story!