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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Gigs, gigs, gigs

I love playing shows. Even the ones where I'm exhausted. Just getting up on a stage is like a drug for me. I've played hundreds, maybe close to a thousand shows over the last ten years of my life.

But yet, it's only happened a few times, perhaps about four that I can truly remember, where there's this perfect synergy between band and audience.

Four times. From 1990 to present day.

These are those times: -

- Roxy Cinema, Trinidad (October 1990) - My first 'real' show with my thrash metal cover-band Warhead, at the end of our set, the crowd was screaming our name, I was 16. We played an encore. The band lasted another year before we called it a day. I thought my music career was over then. Little did I know it was just beginning.

- El Mocambo, Toronto, Canada (November 2008) - I played a solo acoustic show for a group of underprivileged migrant school children. They all wanted my autograph after. I've never experienced such gratitude, I was 34. They never heard my music before. Such honesty and appreciation.

- Womad Festival, London, England (July 2014) - Charlie Gillet Stage, 4pm show. The crowd was screaming for us (Kobo Town) in-between every song. They sang along to songs they never heard till that evening, I know this because we've never played at Womad before. It was the loudest and most appreciative audience we've ever played for, we signed autographs for almost an hour after, I was 40.

- Assumption Church, Trinidad (2001 - present) - The Saturday evening choir is sometimes a hit and miss, but every once in a while we get it right, and we play hymns the way they're meant to be played - reverent, with love and homage to God, and I can see the look on the parishioners, that they enjoy what we do, and for a brief moment, the church is filled with a sense of peace and love. God's peace perhaps.

Four times, over the space of 25 years.

Not bad. Not bad at all.


Friday, December 26, 2014

The first Christmas without dad

Yesterday was the first Christmas day without my father here. It was so strange, it was sad at various times in the day and we didn't like the feeling - my mother, sister and I. But now, the day is over and I never thought I'd say this, but thank God it is. I always love Christmas, but yesterday, this entire season was too much at times.

I wonder if we'll ever get accustomed to not having dad here? I imagined him at various times throughout the day, what he'd be doing if he was here. What he must be doing in heaven now.

I believe in heaven, and I believe he's there. I just know it to myself, that he's ok. And anytime I feel terribly sad I always get a little mental relief, I don't know where it comes from, but soon after I always have this thought that dad would not want us to be unhappy, he would want us to continue what we were doing. He would want us to continue living, in his honour.

Still, it is the hardest thing to move on without those we love not being around to share in our joys and sorrows.

Everyday is a mental struggle, and some days are harder than others.

All my family and I can do is try, that's all we can do - try.