Just finished my 3rd-to-the-last rehearsal with GFC and the experience has moved from absurd to heartbreaking.  We talk a lot about love, and the “why” of music, and here is a situation that is (or used to be) all about love and community and relationship.  This is a gig I’ve been playing for 15 years…every tuesday night rehearsal and every sunday almost without exception.  Even when it was a strain on my marriage and family, I was there, right or wrong.  And so now, nearly at the end, I find myself in the position of having to pull away from the very thing that sustained me, musically and spiritually, through those years.  Cutting the strings of a real family that has been forming for all the right reasons, and simmering over time.

Now, we believe there are good reasons for doing so, and there are brighter paths ahead…and certainly the experience is not what it was, but it is still hard.  It feels like a self-appendectomy: I know the thing needs to come out, but it still hurts.

Had a chat with Bill (sound man and good friend) and it just made me sad that these little conversations about him and his family are going to be gone.  These things that are familiar and comforting are staying here, while we go somewhere else.  It’s hard because these are things that you work towards, this is community that doesn’t just happen over night.  Now we have to go start somewhere else.

Anyway, it’s bittersweet, to say the least.  but the set is going to absolutely jam this week.  Funk Hallelujah Chorus, He Reigns, Say the Name… merry Christmas everyone!

-Adam