My name is J.P. Caballero, and I'm in the band known currently as dios (malos), and I am guilty of making several consecutive cross-country trips fueled by a combination of double cheeseburgers, whiskey and gallons upon gallons of sweet sweet crude. A touring rock band operates on the same basic logistics as a professional army. Without cheap and readily available fuel coming down the supply line, you will be shot to death, or at least interned in a prison camp and poked with sticks. Ten thousand miles over five weeks in a large van with a trailer and six hungry mouths comes right out of your gross earnings. Erwin Rommel... More >>>