Basically, the road has taken its toll on us all physically, mentally and I guess, most importantly, in the morale dept. We spent the majority of our time for the past five years in a van, in a motel or sittin' in a bar waiting for those precious few moments of glory onstage. We did this out of our love for and belief in our music, which we thought (and still think) was special and wonderful in many different ways.
We got enough support from all over the globe to fuel our beliefs that one day we could actually support ourselves doing this thing we love. We could get airplay and even make the charts in Belgium, Denmark and East Buttfuck, but the reality of the music biz is that if you're not Kid Rock or Two Scoop and Pooty Britches with a major label to buy corporate radio time and drop a zillion bucks in publicity campaigns designed to inform the masses you're "all that," you've got a long row to hoe.
None of us ever made a dime out of what we earned as a band. We always invested back into the band to support touring, recording, etc. We built a loyal following, but it's damn hard to get folks out to a club Sunday through Wednesday nights, and if you're a touring band, you still gotta be out there those nights shelling out for food, gas, rooms, etc. I guess we just kinda ran out of gas out there banging our heads against a brick wall of apathy until it drained us of our belief that we could rattle some chains and kick up some shit.
We had a great five-year run and just wanna hang it up with our heads high and our boots still shiny, before our bellies get any bigger and we still have at least a thread of sanity amongst the five of us. When we figure out which one of us has that thread, I'll let ya know.
-- Billy Rat (Truckadelic)
Truckadelic plays its final show Sat., July 7, at the Star Bar.