Happy Monday!
Okay, so I am a little punchy. The weekend was very full. The concert on Saturday evening went well. The Wabash Tap is a cool place, perfect for what One of the Girls is doing. We had to rent some sound equipment, but that was not too expensive. We made much more than we spent. It works out for now. We will be there again for a "happy hour" show this Thursday. And there has been talk of a regular monthly gig there. That would be great. The bar is right near the Roosevelt red line stop. Easy access. No need to drive. Come and dance!
Sunday was busy. The memorial service was deeply moving.
Then one day I walked into the church and things were different. The branches on the tree were barren. There was purple and black cloth draped everywhere. The church looked like one big bruise. It looked like I felt. I felt broken, bruised and barren. Finally, after a year of going through the motions, the church felt like home.This is a paraphrase of something one of the speakers said at the service. She had lost a young son about thirteen years ago. She stood there in the midst of this crowd of folk who have suffered similar loss in the last three months and told them what it looked like from the other side. "We are told that we are a resurrection people. This is true. But we are also a Good Friday people. We are broken and ruined by life. Do not hesitate to share that with God." She preached. The service was wondrous.
I wept as i sang. Fortunately, I had the concert at the Heartland to go to after the service. I needed it. I was so completely consumed by the service. I have never sung like that before. I chanted the psalm. I played guitar. I lamented with "Bright Morning Stars." The psalms are a gift to us from fellow followers of God. Christ himself prayed the psalms of lament. Someone suggested that lament is a lost discipline in the Christian tradition. Maybe that is so, but we rediscovered it yesterday.O where are our dear children?
O where are our dear children?
They have gone to heaven, shouting
"Day is breaking in our souls!"
The gig went well...except for one or two shrieking sound issues at the begining of the show. Si helped out as he is want to do. He is a good man, that Si. So, we (he) figured that out and went on with most of our set. We started much later than I had anticipated, so I was glad when we cut most of the slower pieces. What people heard were our "perky" Irish tunes. I jumped up and down and generally made an arse of myself. It was just what I needed after the events of the afternoon. I was in bed by 11:30 and slept until almost 7:00 this morning. That is sleeping in for me, folks! It was great. I still awoke before my alarm went off, but it was more sleep than usual.
One of the Girls has three more gigs planned this week. We are at the Wabash Tap at 6:30 and then at the Handlebar at 9:00 St Patrick's Day. We will play Smallbar on Saturday evening. Come and see us if you can.
Briefly, in other news, my internet is down at home. If you usually email me at anglobaptist, I will not get those emails for a while. I don't know how much time it will take to fix the trouble. I am looking into it. In the mean, email me at g v h 3 r d @ m s n (dot) c o m. It'll do.
Peace.
Posted by tripp at March 14, 2005 09:18 AM