When I interviewed Frank Turner four years ago in Portland, it struck me that he may have been more enthusiastic about touring than any musician I’d ever met. He LOVED it and clearly thrived on life on the road, which is unusual because most musicians feel the same way as Rick Springfield, who told me, “I play for free. They pay me for the travel.”

Turner will turn 37 this year and life on the road is not quite as alluring as it once was. He now has a partner, which, he says, “has been a huge change in my life. And I have a cat, I have a house, all this kind of thing. So we’re a little more domesticated than we used to be.” Yes, even rock stars want to stay home sometimes and look after a pet. There is also the reality that there are things you can do as a performer in your twenties and early thirties that become more difficult as time goes by.

“Physically and mentally, it gets harder,” Turner says of those long, if-this-is-Tuesday-it-must-be-Omaha tours he used to do. “It’s a lot harder on my voice.”

Which is not to say that Turner is slacking. He put on seven shows in Boston starting in late June, performed in Portland the day after the 4th of July, is traveling around North America for the rest of the month, and will play in Hampton Beach, New Hampshire, in late September. Clearly, the road still beckons.