I’ve only ever had two kind of holy grail acts: Bruce Springsteen and Bob Seger. But back when they were touring harder, I was . . . well, I didn’t end up in their amphitheaters, anyway. I mean, I didn’t even see Metallica or Motley Crue until the 2000s. So, I figured I’d missed out. I should have had more money back when. I should have had more resolve. I should have insisted. I should have made the drive, should have done whatever I needed to do to get those tickets, sit in that general seating.
oFirst, I audio’d this, which made it sometimes confusing. Being an oral history, which is to say, “block of pertinent quote” led into by attribution, all read here by and in the same voice, I kept having to tap back twenty seconds, to hear again WHO I was listening to. Maybe ten hours in, though, I got into the lope of it, and all was great. Also, audio’ing it was by far the quickest way to get this into my head. And I verymuch wanted it all, faster and faster.
It’s always driven my crazy, how Guns n’ Roses just apostrophes the truncated ‘d’ of their “and,” but just leaves us all wondering what happened to the ‘a.’ It’s a petty concern, granted, but it seems to me that, if you’re not going to go just with a straight, naked ‘n,’ then you’re kind of compelled to stash an apostrophe on each side of that lonely letter, so that we visually understand it’s really (a)n(d).
Which is to say: Bob Seger singing a Waylon Jennings song written by Steve Earle. Maybe the most golden pedigree I can dream of. I mean, okay: if this was somehow all happening in the passenger seat not just of a 77 Trans-Am, but if all three of these music makers were in the actual car with Burt Reynolds AS they’re shooting Smokey & the Bandit, AND Jerry Reed-as-Snowman is riding right behind AND they’re driving past Graceland, then it could maybe be cooler. But until that day: