Accolades

Sometimes it's really easy to forget why you fell in love with something or keep doing it at all. Last night closing out an evening of rock and roll at KC's tap, I was fortunate enough to get a reminder. When you play out pretty frequently you start to notice that some shows are good, some are bad, some are great, but the best ones are transcendental. Was I, a shredding songwriter a bit out of place billed with guitar guru Scott Motyka, the heavy grooves of A Breed Apart, and the more progressive Octopus Triangle? Sure I was, but I didn't seem to care and in spite of that I was still able to get caught in a moment and create one of my fondest musical memories to date. To those of you there to share it I thank you warmly and also acknowledge it could not have happened without Ron and Chambo believing in the music too. See you at the next show.