He called her on the road
From a lonely cold hotel room
– Lonestar, I’m Already There

Whenever I hear Lonestar’s song on the radio I can’t help but yell, “You gotta turn off that air-conditioning!”, very much to the dismay of my wife, who loves country music. Now, she can’t listen to the song without thinking about air conditioners, which is even worse.

My comment has also tagged me as hating Country & Western. The truth is, I love Country music when I hear it live, as I did so many times when I traveled in Texas, Ohio, and California. I just don’t care to listen to it on the radio.

As I am writing this, I am sitting in a warm, yet still lonely, hotel room in Hannover, Germany. I miss my wife and my son, who are waiting for my return to Greenfield, Massachusetts. Without them I don’t have the energy to go out and explore. I’m just sitting here and I have only two words for life on the road: Bor ring! (Hey, just copying a quote from Wings, still my all-time favorite sit-com)

Add Leonard Cohen’s Chelsea Hotel #2 to my current mood, and I am ready  to decide between suicide and getting drunk. Getting drunk usually wins. Don’t get wrong, I love Leonard Cohen, but you should only listen to him when you’re mentally stable or in a really good mood, and even then you should only take small portions.

So, now that my rant is finished, I feel much better, and I forgot what I wanted to write about originally. Maybe I will go out and have a glass or two of good German beer.