Many years back there were a lot of "no name" groups that worked the road. The bunch I was with covere mostly western states. Back then, there were a lot of very large clubs that had music 7 days a week. Often these places were out of town and were also part of a restuarant/small motel type of thing. You can still see where many of these were along the state hiways. (this was before the interstates). Anyhow, they would book you in for a few weeks more or less, often provide the band with one or two rooms (or not) and maybe one meal a day, something like that. Working a motel chain like Best Western was pretty good, and if you didn't work a full seven days, often you could pick up a military club here and there. AND, if you had a good manager/booker, he would grab some "day" work. Fairs were a good bet. I have even worked at carlots and once in front of a car parts staore that was having a grand opening. I think this life is what drove so many to alcohol and dope tho'. When you were not playing you had absolutely nothing to do. Stuck in the country with no car, and only regular TV. Usually could only pick up one or two stations cuz there was no cable, and all the tv's in the motel were hooked to an antenna and a splitter. I did it for awhile, and sure saw some sights, both legal and illegal, and learned both the up side of the music biz, and the nasty side too. I got to meet a lot of folks and played on the Opry twice, which was a REAL hoot to a young guy like me. I thought I went to "Hillbilly Heaven". I was much younger then, obviously. No more could I play 4 hours in the hot sun at a fair, then hot foot it a couple hundred miles back to a club to hammer it out for 5 hours, then do it all over the next day. I always felt that back then, the club bands, bar bands, etc, were the REAL work horses of country music. Yeah George and Ernest and all them had most of the glamor, but the small groups are what carried the "word" if you will. I still love to get with older guys and compare notes about those days. I treasure the memories, but now days you couldn't pay me enuff to play "on the road". I'm afraid the "road" as older pickers knew it has disappeared forever.