In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the electro pop artist, Abe Parker, shares one of his stories from being on the road. You can check out the story, after the break.
Last year I was coming back from Kansas City. I had played a college out there and was driving back to ATL in one sitting. The show I had played went really well and had sold 20 some records to 30 some college kids. However, sometimes when I play college campuses I’ll sell my album for cheap, as most students are broke as dirt. In this case, I had sold them for a dollar apiece. About 9 I stopped in Memphis at a gas station to hit the restroom. Eager to get back on the road I hopped in the car and drove nonstop to Birmingham.
It was around midnight when I rolled into Birmingham and the low gas light came on. I pulled off at dim-lit gas station right off the interstate and stretched my legs. Looking down I opened my bottom consul compartment to grab my wallet and to my dismay, it was gone. I frantically looked around the van and tried to trace my steps. Then a cold realization came over me as I remember I had brought my wallet into the bathroom back in Memphis but I don’t remember having it when I had got back in the car. I google-searched the gas station in Memphis and dialed their number.
The lady picked up and I asked if there was any way they had found a wallet in their gas station, thinking it was about a one in a million chance it was there. To my utter shock, she informed me that someone had found in the stall and had left it at the front counter. I thanked her and told her I was one my way and would be there about 3 am. Now my problem was about how I’d get back to retrieve my wallet. I stumbled across the fistful of dollar bills that I had made from the show! I filled the tank about halfway, said a prayer and headed back up 22.
I don’t know if you’ve had that feeling of being absolutely furious but knowing that it is completely your fault. I was so mad. Now, I could have just called it a night and headed back to Atlanta, taken the loss and replaced the contents of my wallet, but there was one problem. I was flying out the next day for another show up in NYC and there’s no way they’d have let me on the plane without my id. Ugg.
I made it to Memphis about 3 am and back to Atlanta around 9. I had a studio session at 10 am and then off to the airport. Looking back I was SUPER lucky to have gotten my wallet back. My confidence in the goodness of humanity was restored a little that night. So if there’s someone out that that happened to return a wallet in Memphis TN about a year ago, thank you!!! Hit me up if you’re reading this!