Word: wheeling
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...because they're basically a beer, bar and good-time band, fit for small places and close rapport, they'll stay in that closed circle--in which case Cambridge is still like Berkeley, where you can check into a club and see Garcia and Saunders or Asleep at the Wheel on a Tuesday night with nothing to do. But no matter, Wright and the Boys are the finest country, western swing and country rock band in New England--hands down--and they're easy enough to listen to that weekend people up for drinking and dancing in the abstract always...
...seemed a sobersided, gum-chewing lot. (In the previous race, three women drivers wore flesh-tight pink suits, and three males dressed as priests but got ticketed nonetheless.) The only out-of-the-way vehicle entered was a Travco mobile home with three drivers who, between turns at the wheel, were served soufflé Romano, fettucini and cannelloni by an Italian chef. They made the trip in 45 hr. 36 min. and celebrated with Chianti...
...town, with the heart, the old Opry building, cut right out of it and transplanted into the wide open spaces of chain motels and highway interchanges--transmogrified into another exhibit in a Disney vision of Country Muzak land--we saw the lights of a glowing juke joint called the Wheel...
Thanks to Nick's easy introductions, I asked an older woman to dance to Carl Perkins's "Blue Suede Shoes." The Wheel was top heavy with musicians, for six different performers sang at one time or another, and although one long-haired jeans-wearing young couple danced like a cut out of Woodstock, the audience was a strict country crowd. There were ducksweep haircuts and fancy stitched pointed boots for the men and the women wore their hair up. The barmaid never stopped hustling, and every time she came by Nick obliged her, as he got further and further into...
...lightning grew louder and closer. I had stopped drinking at two beers and was further from comprehension than if I had matched Nick's pace. Why had he left? The day was nearing 22 straight hours of highway unraveling followed by the unraveling of events at The Wheel. The sound of an approaching freight train rent the air, rising above the flailing of rain. That's the sound people hear when the funnel is about to scoop them up. It turned out to be only a train...