This post should have happened several days ago, but most of us in the band have finally cut through a weekend-induced fog which is a result of condensation on the focal lenses of the eyeballs. This is usually caused by an inordinate exposure to moisture during prolonged nighttime driving. The point is, I’m finally awake.
This past Friday the powerhouse glam-rock worship quartet (a.k.a Stereoreel) rode on down the road to West Point, VA to play for a multi-church event that was put on to help raise money to build a local youth center in that area. We were originally slated to play outside underneath one of the most awesome canopies mankind has ever engineered, and I would post a picture of it for you to see, except Ethan took the picture on his phone and Ethan is decidedly unawake.
Well, apparently God told Mother Nature to have other plans. Mother Nature took his advice and invited Hurricane Bill onshore. Bill brought some friends. They didn’t introduce themselves formally, but we’re fairly sure they were part of the Storm Cell Gang. Well, as soon as word came that the Storm Cell Gang was headed to West Point, Robyn (the organizer and mighty champion of the evening) gave the word to move the event indoors to the First Baptist Church a few blocks down the road. And Father Time was not on our side.
To be honest, it was looking fairly dismal at first glance. The kind of changes that had to be made and adapted to in order to make that night happen were overwhelming to some. It is very difficult to describe in words the sort of things that go wrong during these moments of improvisational organization (another term for chaos). Let’s just say, for one example, that in an effort to conserve and share space, the drummer for the church’s worship band wound up playing up in the baptismal…
However, the beginning of the good times occurred at dinner time when we were fed a local delicacy: CRAB CAKE MUFFINS!!!!!!!!!!!! I would drive 4 hours just to have another one of those amazing cakes! It was incredible! If we had our druthers, we would play a breakfast gig in Ohio during their super amazing pancake season and then fly down to West Point on the same day in order to have a feast of Crab Cake Muffins! We’re currently trying to pitch this idea to Dave. We’re relying on the cooperation of Ohioans and West Pointers.
After that, the entire night went off as pretty well near perfection as anyone could have asked. This group of about 70 people carried the electric energy of 1.21 Gigawatts, Marty! They were super enthusiastic. They clapped, they sang; THEY EVEN DANCED! I was shocked! The Holy Spirit really must have been moving in a powerful way, because we’ve never seen anything like that anywhere else we’ve played. At least in regards to dancing.
Well, afterwards they all came up and said hi. We got to take pictures with them and sign T-Shirts and just had a lot of fun hanging out with these gracious peoples of the South. All of us sincerely hope we get asked to come back one day!
Then we all drove home and went to sleep at 4 AM. The End.
