A tour bus bunk is a roadies best friend, at the end of the day it’s your one solitude, you have to understand, all day for the most part we’re dealing with stupidness, other roadies that are green, (or just plane stupid) the local crew, wheather being union/paid or vollenteer, it drains you trying to get people modivated to work, or in some cases un-motivated, or being nice all day, and then there’s the musicians, Don’t get me started, (haha) there’s noise all day, the venues being different bring challenges, so at the end of the day you know one things always going to be the same, getting in your bunk. Or even in the middle of the day sometimes it can be that safe place to go to recharge.
It’s where some can yell at others to shut up, or at the bus driver, and there’s no hard feelings, (unless your the bus driver) it’s where Limbs go numb from only haveing 35 inches of width space to sleep in, I constantly wake up and my arm is above head, my foot is crammed in the corner over the air vent both are numb. And if you sleep with your curtain open or an arm or leg outside your curtain something is gonna happen to them.
All the unwriten rules about the bunk area are just as important. Its just part of the the beautiful part about being on the road. You know “living the dream”.
