Every time I watch this, I feel extreme nostalgia. I used to live the same lives they lived. Played music on the streets out side of bars, and sometimes we would get crowds of people just jamming and singing along. I traveled, placed my sleeping bag in a different place ever night. Got in street brawls, loved beautiful women, played great music, had great friends. The camaraderie we shared was something I probably will never experience again. Though many of those days were hard, they were also some of the best days of my life. RIP to all the DKs I met along the way who are no longer with us. There's too many.
"Though the days were hard they were some of the best of my life" As a former addict with too many dead friends, that really resonates with me, would I trade the heartbreak back, if it meant forgetting all the good times?....nah Camaraderie is the right word, more brothers than friends, hope life's treating you well now
@@TizzmantineUK Yes, we were a family. We truly would give each other the clothes off our own backs and its probably the only time I've ever felt that sense of camaraderie. They were definitely hard times. I've lost many people. Some of the hardest to lose were the women I loved at one point. Spending the winters outside were some of the worst. I remember one night, it was December, there was 3ft of snow and ice on everything. It was negative 15 degrees F, and earlier that day I had walked all day in the dumping snow, my clothes got soaked. That night my clothes', my boots, everything froze solid. I was so fucking cold, I was actually scared that I would freeze to death that night. I was thinking that I wouldn't ever feel warmth again. Well, only by the grace of my old good friend "Rev", did I find a warm place to stay that night. He had chatted with this very nice woman in a bar, and she had offered him to come stay the night in her house. Instead of him accepting, he said that he knew some kids that could use it more than him. He came and found me, brought me to her, and she offered for me and my group of friends to come and stay the night. She was such a nice lady, she cooked us dinner, she dried my boots and clothes for me, and gave me my own room to sleep in. I climbed in my sleeping bag that night and I slept harder and better than I think I ever have. The next day she even offered for me to stay, as long as I followed a few rules. But I was a heroin addict, and I wasn't about to put myself into her and her kids lives, because I would have eventually did something to screw it all up. In hind sight, I wish I had accepted her offer, gotten sober there, went to school like she asked, got a job, ya know the works. I think she would have helped me alot in ways that my own family wont and didnt. I am sober now, and am doing good, but I miss living there in bend Oregon because its just a generally happier and wealthier population. Anyway, back to Rev, Rev was one of those older, patriarchal type guys, a kind of father figure who tried to look after the younger guys and girls. He saved my ass that night, and it just goes to show how we would have done anything for each other. He could have spent the night with that lady, but he was concerned about us younger kids, and so he gave up his spot. It was one of the best, and also one of the worst times of my life lol and I'm sure you guys can agree. Once again, RIP to all the DKs who passed too early. You aren't forgotten. Have a good day, and even better life, my friends.
Today I found out my old road dog passed away. We met in 2019 in Texas and he introduced me to his world and life of dirty kids. I dropped everything and hopped with him to Rainbow Gathering Nationals up in Wisconsin. We split ways for some months and travelled with other dirty kids got back together towards the end of the year. He was a teacher to me and a dear friend and loved by so many. He was stubborn as hell and one funny fck. Loved playing his banjolele. When I was super green he would tease me relentlessly about me being shy to piss an crap out wherever outside cuz I was used to toilets and embarrassed. It pissed me off 😡👺🤣 and I got over it. "SHOW ME YOUR SHYT FACE" ✌️😘. He loved Voodoo Ranger IPA's and got me into them to this day. His name was Eazy and he was Easy to love, mane like a lion he gave me courage and strength to be comfortable in my own skin and confident in my actions n decisions. I remember being drenched in heavy down pour in San Bernardino on Thanksgiving and eating a hot Rotisserie someone gave us, he always insisted on having a jar of manuka honey and loved to get fruit from the store especially dragon fruit and berries. Getting chips n bean dip and salsa and schwill, whiskey drinking eating laughing singing making a ruckus outside the fiesta mart. He teased me about being green and sensitive like when we were checking a spot and going barefoot and I couldn't walk in the spiky grass cuz it cut up my feet so bad. He still gave me a piggy back ride lol. He really did have a the heart of a Lion and I'll always remember the time we spend together all those fun times, the crazy and the sad. I wouldn't take back anything we did together it was all meaningful. I miss you Eazy, I know you're okay n your resting in peace as your higher self on the other side and I know I'll see you again someday. 🦁🕊️
It's more of a rotating band of trainhoppers I'm sure they still play the only members that seem to be somewhat permanent is riley Abigail and lunchbox seems to be sticking around I know riley and Abigail are still releasing music solo or working with other groups down in Nola like holy locust and shit
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