I am kicking myself for not keeping a sketchbook by the bed. There was an idea that came out in the middle of the night and despite years of knowing better, I thought “oh I will remember that in the morning.”
Well, it is morning and I forgot all about whatever the thought or idea was. The only thing that I do remember is the name of one of the more interesting people I have met on the road. Charlie Flahrety. I guess I will babble about him and the oddity of people on the road.
I met Charlie at the front doors of the Yokohama arena when I think it was the George Lucas super live “dud” adventure show?
There was a big chasm between people working in corporate and the people on the road units. One group worked a normal 9-5-type life; the other group worked 7 days a week, around the clock and was out of sight of the corporate folks, who assumed life on the road was just like theirs.
At the time, Japan was not a country where a foreigner could fit easily in. Kept saying, “We are shipping you more people.” I was like, “cool, send all the help you want… please make sure you let me know when they are coming so we can send someone to meet them. It is really easy to get lost from the airport to here.”
“Sure thing, we will let you know.” Was always the stock bs answer.
Fast forward to one day over the radio in broken English with a Japanese accent I hear, “Uhm, mahk san, uhm ahh, there is a Chahlee here to meet you.”
All I remember was there was this thing white guy, standing at the front doors of the Yokohama arena, “Hi, I am Charlie.”
“How on earth did you even find this place? they told me you were coming in three weeks."
“They didn’t tell you i was coming? Its ok, I work mainly circus’s. We tend to figure any problem out.”
at that moment, i knew charlie was a cool human.
I guess this story also explains the difference between the road people and the corporate people?