Finally homeward bound after more than three weeks on the move. I think this is the longest stint away from H since he was born. Hard on the head. Skype helps, but it is no replacement for the real deal. Almost there.
Sad news from home with the North Atlantic seems to have claimed a few more of Newfoundland’s own. A chopper bound for a couple of offshore oil stations went down yesterday and it appears only two of the 18 people aboard will be found and only one clinging to life. As many of you know, we folks of the Rock have had a give and take relationship with the sea for over 500 years. Mother ocean has been our chief source of food, employment and commerce, and in reality her bounty is the solely responsible the existence of our Colony, Nation, and Province. Yet she has claimed more than a few of our sons and daughters over the years, and it looks like the song remains the same.
Sean sent out a tune to the families and indeed the passengers of the Chopper themselves last night. Very appropriately, he chose ‘England’ from Fortune’s Favour, a song he penned about the hardships of living off the angry brine.
Class act. Well done
Both the Halifax and Moncton shows were a thrill. We have not played a big gig in New Brunswick in a number of years and we were so pleased with the considerable turn out and response on a Cold and snowy Wednesday night. Halifax continues to be our home away from home. Last night we beat our indoor paid attendance record for Halifax with almost 5000 folks in the house. That’s an astounding show of support for a band that has been playing regularly in the city for a decade and a half. I am so grateful.
No late night shenanigans last night, however as I was too eager to get home in a fresh frame of mind. Shame to miss a night on the town in Halifax, but I confide that my mind was one Province east as soon as the show finished last night. I would have red-eyed if one was available.
Hope the wee fella is not spooked by the bearded dude who wakes him up from his nap this afternoon. He’s seen the facial hair grow on daily Skype sessions, but I fear the in person effect might be too much.
Here’s for a big gig on Saturday in the town that matters most.
Cheers,
Alan