Sorry I’ve been absent in my posts for the past few weeks, but I just returned from a trip that I will always consider to be one of the most memorable and love-filled seven days of my lifetime. I spent the 11th through the 18th of December with some of the most amazing people and music to cross my path in this short lifetime. I wrote the following passage on the plane en route to Cancun…
Long ago I fell in love. It was a love that was always giving back. A love I could depend on; one that was there with each sunrise and lingering through every sunset. It was a love that filled me with a sense of adventure and of new discovery and it was always introducing me to exciting people and places. This love gave me a deeper understanding of the world and taught me that perspective can change and grow with time. This love had no end and would be by my side until the end of time. And so began my love affair with a thing called “music” and an obsession with traveling to experience it with like minded “freaks” who felt the same as I.
It’s funny how a group of guys offering me a free ticket to see a band I had never heard of in exchange for a ride to the show 12 years ago spiraled me into a decade of untouchable experiences leading to my present state of being on an American Airlines flight to Cancun to meet up with my “team” to celebrate the beauty of bluegrass for four brilliant days at an all-inclusive resort in Tulum.
Music is on helluva drug. It hooks you, consumes you, takes you up and, sometimes, brings you down. It compulses you to move your body, close your eyes, laugh out loud, hug a stranger (ie make a new friend), scream laugh, clap, spin…But with music, there are no negative side effects, except a perpetually empty pocketbook and what my team refers to as “festivation deprivation” (the act of going through withdrawal from 24/7 friends and music to being in your cubicle at 9am on Monday morning). There are countless positive impacts that arise from obsessive musical consumption that keep me bubbling over with gratitude towards those guys who so long ago towed me to my first Phish show in Cleveland.
We have a saying amongst the group of 60 friends from all points in the country whom I’ll be meeting in Mexico in a few short hours…”Music brought us together, but love makes us friends.” So, not only do I have music to thank for making me take leap of faith after leap of faith with love, traveling and opening up both my soul and my mind…But also for bringing me together with these amazing folks who have come to make my world spin round. Our relationships have evolved from clumsily giggling and apologetically spilling drinks on each other in the front row, to spending holidays with one another, watching each other get married and have children or holding hands and wiping away the tears that spawn from each failed relationship or bump in the rollercoaster ride called life, traveling the country, and now internationally, as a pack…as a force to be reckoned with.
We are family, we work best as a team and we want everyone to know it…simply because we are proud of how awesome our friends are and are privileged to be included in such an amazing group.
In the coming days, we will dance in the sand beneath the stars to the beat of the upright bass, wearing shiny things, drowning each other in hugs and “I love you’s” and shots of tequila and simply doing what we know we do BEST together…creating an amazing experience with bluegrass as our soundtrack.
I don’t know what I would do without the people I am spending the next week amongst and, to be honest, I’m glad that will remain an unanswered question. I’ll see you on the other side with more stories than I can count, memories that will last forever and a lot more love than I have here today.
Dedicated to Team Shit Show.