RICHARD BUCKNER TOUR DIARY ("Incoherencies")- Entry #1
It's doubtful that anyone knows the road as well as Richard Buckner, and he has graciously agreed to share his experiences and observations with us. It's doubtful that anyone knows the road as well as Richard Buckner, and he has graciously agreed to share his experiences and observations with us. This is the first installment in a continuing series. Sit back, relax. Buckle up. And smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Oxford, MS - 8/31/06 - 2:36am
Ole Miss Motel: An off-season ("'cept on game night") Taj Mahal too far from the redneck riviera to attract the a-list crackers. On the doors, are hearts with embedded room numbers --- possibly a holdover from the days, only a few years ago, when the rooms were rented by the hour. Beige and brownish-pink motifs invite you into a set that couldve been used in 70s porn. I also believe the room hasn't been cleaned since. Remnants of previous travelers sit, waiting to be discovered; something stuck to the side of a nightstand or a basin.
("What is that?")
("How did it land there?")
("When did it arrive?")
But, its around the corner from Proud Larrys and 1/2 the price of the more maintained cages around Oxford, MS. I was last here a few years ago. There were a couple of Springer-guest archetypes (females, we believed) next door, who talked at my guitar player and I as we loaded our guitars into our room after the show. The two of them were partying like divorcees on their first night out, but i think it was their one zillionth night out. They were somewhere between 19 and 49 years old, so any guess would work here. Tonight, though, its calm, with only a few southern trophies limping to the ice machine across the parking lot or to the trunk of their cars for the second carton of the day before goodnight-johnboy.
Andrew Bryant was playing a beautiful set when we got to the gig. He made me wish that I'd practiced more. We went on about 10:15 or so. There's a midnight curfew at Proud Larrys ("'cept on game night"). After a sonic breakfast sandwich and coffee, 551 miles tomorrow and a step-up bed-wise: the aging queen of motels --- Motel 6.