After FCDC moved to Seattle, it was decided that some of the touring was easier done by bus, so a bus was found; a bus that in its former life had had a run to Paradise in Rainier National Park and kept the destination listed on the scroll screen in the front of the bus.
And so we called it Paradise.
It was home to the dancers, the crew, some plants and an endless amount of dogs, and it had a bad habit of needing repair, not being very young when it was purchased for touring the company.
Paradise would never have won a beauty contest nor a matter of comfort. Compared to what is now used by touring bands, Paradise was rock bottom, but it had what none of these new behemoths have.....personality.
It fought its way in a snowstorm in Baton Rouge ( I am not kidding ) and it found its way to places barely on the map, endless forgettable truck stop eateries and cheap motels.
I don't know what happened to it when the company disbanded, but wherever it is, within its walls and rusty exterior were dreams and love of arts and dedication.
That would be hard to duplicate.
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I know transportation with personallity. Once I was the proud owner of a Reanult 4 van, it was called "Det flyvende lokum". The flying lokum. Very special car with it's own ideas of how to work, and when to work.
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