I don't miss being on the road right now because the thing is, I was on the road for eight years, so I love pizza, but pizza every day for eight years is a different thing.
I had, early in life, a love for staging, but it is fast dying out. Nine hours over a rough road are enough to root out the most passionate love of that kind.
The first time I toured with the 'Large Band' in 1988, I got so tired. If I just stood still anywhere, I could go to sleep. I was that tired. But I had to perform. And I did, and after that tour, I was much less fretful about going out onstage.
I seem to spend a minimum of eight hours a day in transit of some sort or another... that's eight hours of your life gone. People always ask if I suffer from jet lag, but it's kinda become really normal for me... Although the jet lag does become a factor and you're pretty much always tired.
Traveling is really exhausting. That will force me into retirement.
I'm halfway around the world with dozens of bags, feeling like all 4 members of Color Me Badd.
When you travel like we do, a holiday is simply being able to sleep in your own bed.
Traveling is a bit of a push sometimes. When you're doing a lot of miles and you're doing a lot of shows, it does get wearing.
I've been to the Himalayas a half a dozen times and I love it. I'm just kind of tired of going literally twelve time zones around the world. I would rather go six time zones and get to Iceland or whatever it is.
Sixteen years on the road is long enough. Twenty years is unthinkable.
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; Delight becomes death-longing if all longing else be vain.
I'd been round the world a hundred times and had started to forget where I'd been. I knew I'd been there: it said it on the tour map. I could remember the name of the city but I couldn't remember what it was like - it was a massive blur.
With all the travel we're doing to cold-weather cities, your mind definitely starts to wander. It gets you away from the game. Even when you arrive in a city, you're tempted to just sit in your hotel and rest. Sometimes it's nice to just get out and walk around, to see what's there.
There comes . . . a longing never to travel again except on foot.
The endless chatter of this journey had wearied me.
After two world tours where we played every state but Greenland, I only saw the inside of a hotel. I wouldn't have missed it for the world, but it did get tiring.
Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
I wouldn't like to travel at all. I've been too much around.
Since I travel so much, it's always great to be home. There's nothing like getting to raid my own refrigerator at two in the morning.
For the weariest road that man may wend Is forth fromn the home of his father.
As you go along, you literally collect places. I'm fed up with going to places; I shan't go to anymore.
Traveling wears me out.
Continued traveling is far from productive. It begins with wearing away the soles of the shoes, and making the feet sore, and erelong it will wear a man clean up, after making his heart sore into the bargain. I have observed that the afterlife of those who have traveled much is very pathetic.
A lot of the touring stuff has become a drag. Traveling itself is a drag. Anyone who's been to an airport knows that.
