One of the questions that I was hoping to answer last night was “Does Cleveland Rock?” And while I can not say with 100% certainty that it does rock ((due to lack of time not lack of activities), we were off to a good start. There’s a seemingly vibrant nightlife area (which we did not even scratch the surface of), We also walked around and did not feel the need to wear Kevlar. And of course they have the Rock and Roll HOF.
As Brian referenced earlier, while he was giggling at the ridiculous clothes and at the size that Aretha used to be, I was intensely scrutinizing every inch of every guitar and bass that I could find. It was also cool to see hand written lyrics on hotel stationary, various contracts that artists have signed and they even had the Cub Scout uniform of Jim Morrison (he was docked one point on his uniform inspection due to sloppy trousers). But it was also really cool to see how they are building the history and origins of Rock and Roll – all the way back to the 20s, 30s and 40s – Woody Guthrie, Robert Johnson, Howlin’ Wolf, etc. It was pretty fascinating.
After we left Cleveland we knew we would have a long day a head of us. Brian drove for the first several hours getting us the rest of the way through Ohio and driving through some real nasty rain storms. We then switched it up in a border town where I had the distinct pleasure of taking advantage of the 70 MPH speed limit. The scenery can be descried very simply: farm, farm, farm, farm, Indianapolis, farm, farm, farm State Line However, the added bonus was the faster speed limit, where I accidentally set a max speed of 88.6mph. Oops. I drove us to the halfway point of Illinois – Effingham, IL. The gas station we stopped at had t-shirts for sale which said (among other things) “Where the Effingham am I?”; “Illinois – Where our Governors make our license plates”; “Illinois – The State of Corruption”.
For now, it is back to chasing the sun across the countryside listening to the Guitar Hero Radio Station. St. Louis here we come!
As Brian referenced earlier, while he was giggling at the ridiculous clothes and at the size that Aretha used to be, I was intensely scrutinizing every inch of every guitar and bass that I could find. It was also cool to see hand written lyrics on hotel stationary, various contracts that artists have signed and they even had the Cub Scout uniform of Jim Morrison (he was docked one point on his uniform inspection due to sloppy trousers). But it was also really cool to see how they are building the history and origins of Rock and Roll – all the way back to the 20s, 30s and 40s – Woody Guthrie, Robert Johnson, Howlin’ Wolf, etc. It was pretty fascinating.
After we left Cleveland we knew we would have a long day a head of us. Brian drove for the first several hours getting us the rest of the way through Ohio and driving through some real nasty rain storms. We then switched it up in a border town where I had the distinct pleasure of taking advantage of the 70 MPH speed limit. The scenery can be descried very simply: farm, farm, farm, farm, Indianapolis, farm, farm, farm State Line However, the added bonus was the faster speed limit, where I accidentally set a max speed of 88.6mph. Oops. I drove us to the halfway point of Illinois – Effingham, IL. The gas station we stopped at had t-shirts for sale which said (among other things) “Where the Effingham am I?”; “Illinois – Where our Governors make our license plates”; “Illinois – The State of Corruption”.
For now, it is back to chasing the sun across the countryside listening to the Guitar Hero Radio Station. St. Louis here we come!
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