Cardboard Jungle

Buried in boxes. Still packing, adding to the cardboard jungle that is now our house. The Irish Pavillion started last night, and we had a great turnout (2000+) on the first night. Days are spent packing, evenings spent performing. Friends are dropping by to see the band and say their goodbyes. This is going to be a great/tiring/emotional week. Blogging will no doubt be minimal.

Great news is that the bassist who will replace me after Saturday's concerts is Colby, a good friend of mine from Winnipeg Centre Vineyard (I recommended him), so the band will continue to have a Christian bass player. Our drummer, Brad (who I also played with in "The Meaning of Fish" from 1997-2000), told me last night "Colby is going to fit in just great, but it doesn't reduce the suckage of you leaving, you bastaje."

Brad's always had a way with words. A poet, almost...

Brad also took a taxi half-way across town four years ago to stay with me at the hospital when they thought Wendy was having a stroke or brain aneurysm or something, and in 1999 when I led worship for two hours during one of the "24 Hours of Worship & Intercession" at the Vineyard (accompanied by a band that included Colby, Andre Lefebvre, Craig from Tribe of One, and another member of The Meaning of Fish who had recently become a Christian), Brad came to church for the first time in over a decade to "support my bandmates". As I recall, he drank a lot of coffee and danced around at the back alot.

I'm gonna miss him.