On Our Radar

Because of my parents RV, the concept of RVing was now on our radar, though it would be at least ten years before we would entertain the idea of getting one ourselves.  Rob and I started to take notice of them everywhere we went.  We started to realize that the different kinds of RV’s that exist is vast!  We noticed them on the road, we noticed dealerships on the side of the road that for some reason had been completely invisible in the past, and we noticed them in campgrounds, now with some curiosity rather than scorn.

We went on a few overnight trips and did various fund raising events with my parents in their RV for their dearest cause, the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation. We had a ton of fun!  We met other RVrs.  They are some of the most friendly and warm people you will ever encounter.  They are also extremely enthusiastic about their rigs and will gladly answer any questions you might have.  We started to amass a bit of experience and jargon to go with it…. Despite being somewhat fascinated, it still seemed like something other people did, not us.

The thought that we could be a part of this interesting little club had not occurred to us yet; though my mom every once in a while would subtly suggest it and point out small campers that might be appropriate for us… We just thought, “it is nice for you, but no, that’s not us.”  I am certain that this block existed because we are absolutely NOT the typical demographic that the RV market appeals to and we never once saw people like ourselves with an RV.  It is no secret that the largest population of RVrs is retired folks; we actually partied with a lot of retired people during this process…  The second largest population is families with children.  We are a very long way from being retired and we have no plans to have children.

We are artists, we are theater people, we are a fucking rock band!  AND then, that is where this all started to make sense for us.  Touring.  Between 2005 and 2011, we had been doing a lot of it.  There were certainly mornings that we woke up not knowing where we were geographically or whose house we had crashed at, not because of being intoxicated, but rather because we were working hard and constantly on the go.  We thought, wouldn’t it be nice to sleep in the same bed every night?

We are not famous or on a record label, our tours are completely self-funded.  We were crashing at the houses of generous friends and family, staying in really crappy hotels and every once in a while even tent camping while on the road and performing in clubs.  We were often exhausted, getting very little quality sleep and eating poorly (especially bad for someone with Type 1 Diabetes).

The idea of getting an RV started to become a big fantasy.  We would talk about it and imagine ourselves with our own mobile bed, kitchen and bathroom. Even though this fantasy was starting to bloom, it still seemed like it stopped there.  We thought, one day, maybe we will be able to afford such a luxury.  We also thought that it was important to buy a house before we bought something seemingly frivolous and of our fantasies like a Recreational Vehicle, even if it was for work………………………………….

Too be continued!

Update: 2/3/16 – We no longer perform as Before Dawn, from Austin, TX.  We have an L.A. based rock band called JagLyonz, if you want to know more about us go to www.JagLyonz.com.  Here are a few photos from the old Before Dawn days!



American Dream

When I was in college, and for about a year thereafter, Rob and I lived in a duplex in Orlando off of Dean Road.  I remember being in the kitchen of that place when my mom called and said, “Guess what?  We bought an RV.”  At the time I did not know anyone with an RV.  How strange I thought…  I figured my parents were being eccentric.  An RV?  Whatever, it is probably just a “phase…”

Not too long after that she called to say that they were going to come visit in the RV.  They wanted to pick me up, but they couldn’t come down our street because their rig was too big and there was not a good spot to turn around. Ok?  I guess, I will meet them at the end of the street, on the corner of River Pines Court and Dean Road.

The day I was to meet them came around.  Rob was at work, doing Science Theater at The Orlando Science Center.  My parents had a plan. We were going to the Science Center to eat lunch with Rob and see a few shows and exhibits via the new RV.  My father, a Chef by profession, of course was going to prepare our lunch in the RV.

My mom called to let me know that they were in the vicinity. I went to the corner as instructed to await their arrival.   “HOLY SHIT! THAT’S A BUS!”  is what I thought as the 40’ diesel pusher with the words American Dream emblazoned across the side, elegantly rumbled up to greet me.

I had never seen the inside of one of these things before.  When the door opened, there was my mom, dad and two dogs all excited for me to get in and check this thing out!  It was glorious, and yes, I still thought it was a little strange.  This massive RV had tile floor, gold colored fixtures, leather sofas and a “slide out” that makes the room large enough to entertain guests.  This was a Motorhome?

I was so green.  I had so much to learn.  But this was the beginning… Even though I was initially against that kind of “camping” and said stuff, like, “ridiculous!”,  the truth is I didn’t understand it yet.  This would take some time…
Eventually I would love and even obsess over RV’s.  They have two key qualities that really reach the core of my being: 1. Extreme mobility / opportunity for travel and adventure 2. Minimalist living quarters that demand cleanliness, organization and economical use of space.

A side note to this is that I had just been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.  Deciding where to keep my insulin refrigerated while camping in a hot climate started to become an issue.  Nevertheless, I still was not convinced by the motorhome and its fancy convenient refrigerator!

It would take some time, some trips, some campgrounds and some experiences to win me over.  I initially found it somewhat uncomfortably formal… It kind of bothered me that you could have a full cocktail bar, non “camp food”, watch TV and charge your cell phone while attempting to be outdoorsy.   These activities seemed mutually exclusive to me.  None of it fit into the boxes of preconceived ideas that I had built in my head. Somewhat stubbornly, I thought, “this is NOT how I learned to camp!”