This was 1978. I had just returned to town from a year in the oil fields, where I had been told I could make BIG BUCKS!!!. Made ‘em, and spent ‘em on housing and cost of living in the oil boom town…but that’s another story…
I came home to my parents’ house in Illinois, around Thanksgiving 1978, out of work, down to my last $150, and no prospects in sight, thinking an extended visit for the holidays would disguise my real reason for showing up broke. When my dad asked me, I told him I was just visiting, and I would leave after the holidays. What I didn’t tell him is that I did not know where I would be leaving to, or for what.
Then I found out that my friend, K was in town. K was also a musician, and we had jammed and had a few gigs together in years past. He told me he “knew some people” in LA and could probably get us some studio work there. Neither of us had any income, but he had some land in Mississippi that he would be able to use as collateral for a loan. Neither of us had a car, either, so we contracted to deliver this Cadillac to California. All that was required was a $150 deposit, and we would be responsible for gas, and for driving the car from Illinois to California. We had a 3-week window to do so. We had enough between us to get to Mississippi to his farm, and we would stay at the farm for the 2 or 3 days it might take to secure the loan.
So around the 4th of January, we took off, with everything we could load up in the Caddy, including our guitars. No amps, no other equipment, only our clothes and our guitars. We were riding in style (the first day)!
It was a nice enough winter day driving southward through Illinois, not much in the way of precipitation, until we got to West Memphis, Arkansas. It started to rain, then to sleet. We agreed that it would be time to stop for dinner, and see what the weather did. The weather got worse, so we got a room for the night.We did not want to risk the Caddy in any kind of ice storm! The next day the weather was even worse, so we stayed another night…and another night. The third morning, we decided to drive the 4 or 5 hours it would take to get to his farm. So we topped off the tank and headed south.
When we got to Mississippi, the bank in the town declined the loan. Something about not being able to make a loan on the pulpwood until the timber was cleared, or something like that.
So he borrowed some cash from a cousin, and we headed on down to New Orleans. It was there that we really ran out of cash, parked on Royal Street in the French Quarter. We couldn’t even put gas in the car to run the engine to charge the battery, that’s how broke we were. But that’s also when I found out I could make money singing on the street. K eventually turned the car in and forfeited the deposit, and left New Orleans for who knows where. I stayed in New Orleans for two more years.