“So, on a big tour like this with a star like Tim McGraw…I guess you guys just FLY everywhere?”
No way. Not a chance. Have you seen the show? Even just pictures of it? It’s huge. Stages, video screens, platforms, instruments, cameras, lighting rigs. Take a look around and think about this: when we arrive in the morning, the arena is EMPTY.
Basically…we bring everything with us.
There are a lot of folks needed to pull off the spectacle that is the “Southern Voice” tour. A lot of buses carry our folks from place to place. A lot of trucks carry all the gear those folks use to build the circus.
So this show…ROLLS. To try to fly something like this would be more of a military operation than a concert tour. Besides, everyone on tour sleeps in between cities. Each bus is fitted with sleeping accommodations so band and crew have at least a fighting chance of getting some rest before building a new show the next morning.
If you’ve flown, you know how comfortable you aren’t – snuggling up in a plane to the tender touch of the window, or the neighbor you don’t know, or the drink cart that rakes your arm regularly if you happen to have an aisle seat. Granted, that extra two inches your seat reclines…now THAT is heaven. Let’s you board the plane and sleep like a baby.
Okay, not THAT baby. Not the one that the parents fed right BEFORE boarding the plane. I know; I hear the screaming, too. But he’s a baby. I understand. It’s not his fault. (But they could have waited and fed him NOW; I’m just sayin’.)
So buses are the preferred mode of transport. Sometimes, though, there just is no option. For example, we play a concert in Des Moines, Iowa the night of February 13; the morning of February 14, we open the Daytona 500 in Florida.
According to Google Maps, we are looking at 1334 miles. Depending on the route, almost 24 hours driving time. Without fuel stops. Perfect. If we drive, we will arrive more than twelve hours AFTER our scheduled performance…and it’s TELEVISED!
Not a good plan. So after storming the stage in Des Moines for all our friends in Iowa, we head straight to the airport. A skeleton crew and our band of merry musical men. Lean and mean. We’ll catch back up to our rolling compadres later.
Tonight…we fly; tomorrow, Daytona.