This is pretty much the sweetest CS arrangement EVER. I am staying in a shack that was hand-built by my host using only recycled materials. It's in the backyard of the house he helps pay rent for, a whopping $50.
Ben is also a musician, he plays drums primarily but also keys and guitar.
He's also a very kind, hospitable individual. I've been meeting many people who fit that description lately.
I started hitch hiking yesterday in Baltimore. It took me thirteen hours and five lifts to get to Richmond. One of the rides was from a state trooper (it's unlawful to walk on the interstate) and I was an hour late to the show I was to play at the Wingnut. It didn't matter too much, though, as they had lost power due to a storm earlier in the day. I played a show for the residents of the Wingnut, took a shower by candle light, and went to bed. I woke up in the night with uncontrollable itching and couldn't go back to sleep for what must have been an hour or two. Eric (of the Wingnut) said it might be scabies. Augh!
I left the Wingnut this morning around 6:45 but didn't manage to get out of Richmond til past noon! I tried some new strategies today. The first was to talk to drivers at gas stations. I was still in Richmond, asking every driver whether they were headed south on 95. Around noon, after almostfive hours on the side of the interstate with no rides, I had a bit of an emotional outburst and decided to ignore the law and just hitch on the interstate.
As I began to walk away from the station, an RV pulled in. Somehow I mustered some hope and approached the driver as I had done so many others, "Would you happen to be headed south on 95?" He reluctantly answered the affirmative. I asked if I could tag along.
"Where are you headed," He asked.
"Greensboro, but I'd really appreciate a ride to 85".
He told me he was headed to Durham, about an hour away from G'boro.
"I have four dobermans in there... and I can hold my own. So don't make me regret this."
By about 3:30 I was in Durham and again thumbing my way south. After about an hour, I called Annie to let her know where I was. She suggested I play guitar on the side of the road. Not a bad idea!
I bust out my guitar and within ten or fifteen minutes, I was in another car destined for G'boro.
When I arrived there I met up with Mat, who had organized a show at Seven Day Weekend. He brought me to his place, where he made me lunch and dinner and let me sleep (on his room mate's bed, lol) for a few hours. From there we headed to the show, which went very well, despite its feeling like a sauna in there and the attendance being quite meager. I played my heart out and the folks who were there seemed to have enjoyed it. Suzi Trash played an energetic set afterward and rocked the (ware)house.
As the show winded down, I met with Ben who took me back to his place (the shack), made me some rice and beans, and left me to sleep in peace on one of the futon mattresses at his place. I felt like a king.
I'm about to leave Asheville, headed for Columbia. It's noonish. Hopefully I won't have too much trouble hitching out there!