The past Saturday, we got the privilege to play with fellow local artists Forever is Forever and Joe Bloom at a fundraising event for Life Raft International at a skating rink. There was a big American flag and everything! One of our new friends decided to capitalize on the opportunity and took some video of playing a couple of our songs. She shared it with us, so we decided to share it with you. Thanks, Angel!
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Life Raft Fundraiser with Video!
Friday, April 13th, 2012What do you get when you mix worship and a fire alarm?
Tuesday, April 5th, 2011Last summer when we played an event at Independent Bible Church we got more than we apparently bargained for. Systematically through the week the stage crew kept going overboard on the fog machine…not to say we don’t like fog machines, but when you can barely breath and the fire alarms go off, thats when you know there is too much something in the air. In this video (that you all should watch regardless of age, race, gender, eye color or even whatever shampoo you use in the morning) You will see Caleb leading the whole crowd in a call to worship. Setting the stage for a worshipful experience like no other, Caleb starts giving the kids something deep to think about while we play the next song, ignorant to the fact of what was to come next….just watch…
….. ummm The video is being silly… here is the link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWs96MDZTh8
Winter Thaw Retreat and God’s Band Aid
Tuesday, March 9th, 2010
A couple weekends ago we got to play for the District United Methodist Youth Retreat here in Winchester. Of the many fond memories we’ve taken away from that experience, one was getting to run a sort of impromptu worship clinic during their “Break-Out” times. During this event, 5 very eager youths approached us and inquired about using our instruments to learn a worship song. Apparently, none of them had played together before, and a few of them had just met the day before. We gladly obliged and spent an hour teaching them the song “Mighty to Save.” Then calling themselves “God’s Band Aid” they played it that evening before our worship set with the help of Caleb on the piano. It was quite a raucous evening, and we’re all really proud of Emily, Josh, Brian, Matt, and Jacob! They impressed us with their desire to perform, and what they accomplished in such a short amount of time was impressive!
Listen to God’s Band Aid playing Mighty to Save
We would like to reiterate that these kids never played together before, and many of them are just learning their instruments, and all of them were just learning the song. Also, Ethan accidentally left his bass tuned in Drop-D before they played. The first minute of the song involves Ethan running onstage to aid in retuning. If you want to comment, please have fun, but don’t be hurtful or disrespectful. We’re mighty proud of them!
Our other fond memory is of Jed sticking his head into our cabin around midnight, and above the howling wind informing us that one of the girls’ cabins no longer had heat. He then humbly asked us to swap cabins. And we did. The girls never would have survived.
More memories: the color green, the hat game, the way Darth Vader snores, Fenguins (fake penguins), pet snowballs, not having 30″ of snow, White Fang (our new favorite book), pork BBQ and cheesy tots.
When Worst Comes to Worst – West Point Makes Crab Cake Muffins
Wednesday, August 26th, 2009This 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.
Please Welcome Stereoreel and their Amazing Invisible Audience!
Monday, August 17th, 2009Few people are afforded the great honor and privilege of playing outdoors at a car show on the 40th anniversary of the Woodstock Music Festival, but we can proudly stand out among the crowd as a band who can lay an indisputable claim to that fame! And on a day where it was 94 degrees in the shade, we can proudly say that we were among the fewer to remain standing in the oppressive heat that scorched the land at Five Forks, PA on the 40th anniversary of the Woodstock Music Festival.
The sweat pouring out of our pores, we set up our equipment on the back of two flatbed trucks overlooking a sea of muscle cars glistening in the afternoon sun as waves of humidity rose visibly above the gathering of mechanical nomads. When finally the time came to play, we set ourselves to playing with all of our melting hearts. And mightily (or meltily) we played for all who drew near to hear! However, there was no crowd to be seen. For a total of 45 minutes we played, and not a soul materialized.
We later theorized that with the powerful combination of a 120 degree heat wave and a fantastic Stereoreel performance, the overwhelming sonic-heat caused anyone within 30 yards of the stage to be instantly vaporized. Another possibility that we’re floating around is that we were playing to a sell-out crowd of human beings who discovered the secret to turning themselves into pure energy. Regardless, we knew that people of some sort were present since we received an incredible amount of verbal praise through the word of mouth trickling down the shriveling grape-vine.
They may have been invisible, but they were as real as the sunburns on our faces.
The sun then demonstrated its power over music by causing Caleb’s laptop to overheat, tripping the thermal protection unit and causing his computer to shut down, rendering his piano useless for the remainder of Same God. The irony was that Lord, Help Me was the next song on our list. Quite fitting for a band on their way to losing a collective total of 30 lbs in water weight. It was during this lull that we noticed several people scramble out of the shade and run to the lemonade stand. This gives credence to our Vaporization Theory, since they quickly dove back under their cars before we began playing again.
So let it be known that Stereoreel holds one half of the key to the most destructive thermomusical weapon on the planet, but we prefer playing with air conditioning. That way we won’t be tempted to roll around in ice cream afterwards.
The Night! …of Numerous Bass Malfunctions!
Monday, March 30th, 2009If history has taught us anything with the lessons that can be gleaned from its infinite swath of examples, then surely we have at the very least learned to never trust a government-centralizing authoritarian who claims he can rebuild your country after economic and social collapse, that “the human being and fish can coexist peacefully,” and finally, a great musician is only as good as the quality of gear that he surrounds himself with.
That kind of paragraph is usually proceeded by a colorful add with some long-haired 80′s metal guy sweetly cradling an Ibanez guitar, and in that case, the saying is probably truer than ever. But what I’m talking about is the kind of equipment that either faithfully lets you spend your entire gig enthusiastically jumping up and down and rocking out in a sheer display of music induced euphoria, or the kind of equipment that mercilessly switches off at the most random of times, sometimes never completely relenting to return to full functionality, so that you spend the better part of your performance groveling at its feet on stage. The problem is that whether your situation is the former or the latter, you’ve probably grown so accustomed to your piece of gear that you don’t want to part with it, because you’re afraid you may get some equipment that is unspeakably worse. So, what do you do? You just keep on trying to live, one long day at a time, and try not to think of your problem. Sure, it will be there when you play your next show and will most likely leave you crying and edentulous, but in the grand scheme of things you keep telling yourself things just aren’t so bad when really you’ve got nothing better to cling to.
For clarification, we are speaking about an amp – not the latest gossip between the waitresses at your favorite restaurant or a dysfunctional relationship worthy of a Lifetime original movie. Wait… they’re the same thing.
That being said, Stereoreel played quite a fun concert for the assembled youth during “The Night!” at the Heritage Free Will Baptist Church in Bunker Hill, WV. It’s a great ministry that incorporates many youth groups throughout the area that all get together for one big youth night – THE Night! The kids were all pretty cool and really fun to play for. At one point I looked up and saw a kid landing on his feet in a position that could only have been achieved after performing a backflip. This act has not been confirmed by anyone else in the band, but I’m pretty sure it happened.
However, despite the warm welcome, the smiling faces, and the hordes of children attempting backflips, there was still a bit of a dark cloud for one respected member of the band. Poor Ethan couldn’t get his bass amp to work to save his life. We’ve all known about this problem for some time, and had resigned ourselves to just not talking about it, in case the audible mention of a malfunctioning input may incense the amp and cause it to do something rash like no longer work properly. Despite our best efforts to remain reverent to the dubious electronic article, the amp finally decided to keel over for half of The Night.
As soon as the amp went on the fritz, Ethan proceeded to fix it in the only manner a musician can. He kicked it repeatedly until it started working again. Soon that approach no longer worked, and may or may not have attributed to the following behavior. The bass amp soon completely refused to emit any sort of sound whatsoever. This marked the devolution of our bass player. Once standing upright, strong and proud, he was now reduced to a hunched-over state, trying desperately to hear the notes that weren’t coming out of his confounded amplifier. Soon after, the use of his legs was no longer necessary, so he began to support his weight with his knees while still slightly stooped. By the end of The Night, the poor lad had been reduced to an almost amoeba-like state of being – lying next to his amp feeding on microscopic bacteria.
Just so you know, the amplifier has been put in my charge so to discover the cause of this errant behavior. And though one would like to think that a bass amp’s reach on affecting our day is only as long as the show we play, it soon became apparent that this specific bass amp had a little more sway than we realized, for when I went to the Golden Arches for our after-gig food consumption, we encountered even more incompetence. When Ethan only wanted a Southwest Grilled Chicken Salad to cure his ills, and I ordered accordingly, they decidedly jilted the poor boy. Ethan, waiting at home to blow off some steam, eagerly opened up the fast food baggy and instead of a Southwest Grilled Chicken Salad, he discovered a Bacon Ranch Salad with Southwest dressing. Now, if any of you know Ethan, you’ll know that no matter how many times he eats at McDonald’s and no matter how complicated or simple his order is, they always screw it up. Special orders mustn’t upset them, because they make no effort to actually accommodate the requests. Don’t blame me, either! I looked in the bag and saw the Southwest dressing and assumed the best!
Well, of course Ethan wanted at least one thing during the course of the night to actually go his way and begged me to take him back to Mickey D’s to return the salad and get the one he wanted. By this time, I had come to the realization that everything from that point on would go terribly wrong for Ethan. I was also certain that if I left the house with him in my car, we’d get flattened by a Mack truck at some shady intersection. Respectfully, I refused, knowing that our father would take him. Which he did. And when they got to McDonald’s and went through the drive-thru to return the salad, telling them what had happened and clarifying all their questions, they received a brand new salad.
As they were about to pull out of the parking lot, Ethan eagerly opened the goody bag and finally beheld… a Bacon Ranch Salad with Southwest dressing. This time without any chicken at all.
Absurd as it was that a young man should have to make three separate trips to a fast food joint to get the correct pre-packaged food source, that is exactly what they did. Dad turned the car around, and in they went. The manager politely greeted them, and heard their story once again. She smiled and said, “Alright, honey. We’ll get that right out here for ya!” She took 5 steps away from the counter, looked back at the food line and yelled, “HAROLD! YOU SENT THE WRONG SALAD UP HERE AGAIN! GET ME A SOUTHWEST SALAD WITH GRILLED CHICKEN!!” She grabbed the salad, set it down on the counter and sweetly asked, “Here ya go, honey. Is that what you wanted?”
At that moment, the clock struck midnight and the day was over. Ethan had survived The Night, survived late-night service at McDonald’s, and I didn’t get hit by a truck. A boy had his salad and a new dawn was fast approaching. Bring it on, future. Bring it on…
A Coffee Shop. A Smoothie. A Good Night.
Monday, March 9th, 2009I am going to preface this post with a caveat – I’ve been sick, and whatever enthusiastic emotions that I experienced during our Friday night gig have drained down the back of my throat. That being said, I’ll try to recreate a pleasing visual image for your mind’s eye as best I can under the circumstances.
Glorious 3 Dimensional Vertigo in only 2 Dimensions!
Lately, we’ve all been digging the whole “graphic design” idea, and have been curiously working on how to implement sweet digital artwork into our everyday lives in the form of snazzy adhesive decals. The most recent sortie involved Dustin assigning Ethan the task of creating a brand new head for his kick drum that would let people know, if they were unsure at first, that the band they are listening to (or at least the drummer as a singular entity) is Stereoreel. This sort of job requires thoughtfulness and discernment, with a great deal of perspicuity; as well as a knack for artistic flare that can be applied in a tasteful and responsible manner. It only took Ethan a school day to come up with it, and another school day for him to create it. Ethan likes school.
Right before we departed for the C&C Coffee Shop, we put the drum head on the kick drum. After becoming strangely hypnotized by the sample-and-hold tunnel, we made our way to a place with the best strawberry smoothies in the Tri-State area. They may actually have better wares to offer than a strawberry smoothie (they are a coffee shop after all), but a strawberry smoothie is the only thing I had the entire evening. If you get a chance, try a strawberry smoothie. They’re the pureed equivalent to Ohio’s pancakes. Probably a tiny bit healthier. Just a smidge.
So, with the entire coffee shop hop hop hopping on a Friday night, and everybody drinking lattes, mochas, drip coffees, smoothies, and milkshakes, Stereoreel set up in a corner and switched their amps from “Face Melt” to “Smooth Grooves,” because the last thing you want to have happen when you walk into a coffee shop with your snuggle bunny is to have your bunny snuggles brought to, literally, a screeching halt by the subsequent face melting that is inevitably caused by a raucous rock n roll band. Snuggle bunnies rely heavily on their ookily pookily kissyfaces, and we all know that your bunny is far less snuggly when their kissyface has been reduced to a puckering puddle. That’s the last thing we want to be accused of as a band when we go into a coffee shop – desnugglifying even the least ookily pookily of bunnies.
We politely played at a reasonable volume for 2 hours, and had a fantastic time! The people were great. They were friendly. They were supportive, and they were all fun to talk to. The coffee shop owners are first-class human beings, and happily helped us out with whatever we needed.
By the end of the week, we PROMISE to have videos of this gig up. Also, to those of you in Ohio feeling slighted, we’re still sorting through the overwhelming amount of footage we accumulated during our trip and will also have a video or two of those exploits available soon! The same goes for the free downloads we promised on our sparkly, silver cards.
Excuse me while I go blow my nose.
OHIO! Land of Awesome; Remarkable Pancakes.
Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009
This once was a cold man named Caleb
When a normal person thinks about fun, that normal person’s mind usually snaps immediately to archived pictures of merrily frolicking in ball pits or firing an Airsoft round into an unsuspecting friend’s back. Perhaps your normal brain recalls instances of baking brownies or apple pie for your very first time. Normally, a normal person will not hear the word “fun” and then associate it simultaneously with the memory of loading down a road-weary mini-van with miscellaneous sound equipment and necessities, cramming four spatially needy grown men into the remaining fissures, and then driving north by northwest to a state that stores up the nation’s surplus of bitter cold wind chills.
Then again, most normal people usually don’t get to play for Cornerstone Bible Church and their phenomenal youth group all in one tremendous day. This past weekend Stereoreel followed God’s calling (and the distinct voice of Ray Dutcher) to the Middlefield/Burton/Hunstburg area of Ohio. And if Stereoreel is anything, we’re certainly not normal…
We had never traveled to Ohio to play music before, and we weren’t entirely sure of what to expect. We discovered that the fastest way to get there is by traveling along a series of turnpikes and toll roads where, if your gas tank fails you, your stomach needs a fresh supply of calories, or your bladder reaches critical mass , you must pay the sinister Trolls their devilish Troll Tolls in order to exit the highway and attend to your business. If you don’t have the money to afford these impromptu occurrences, the gracious Trolls have placed genetically mutated rest stops at least 50 miles away from one another. These rest stops will pander to your needs accordingly since they are full of gas stations, bathrooms, and various restaurants like Starbucks, Hershey’s Ice Cream, and the occasional Doggery. Truly, a trip on the turnpike is a test of your mettle. A miscalculated expense at one of these rest stops will leave you begging the Trolls for mercy or scrounging for change on the floor of your vehicle. Either way, it looks like you’re groveling, and the Trolls like that. However, once you have bested the Trolls, you will find yourself entering a land that is wide and full of plenty of space, and smells like s’mores – a direct contrast to the automobile that we were traveling in.
We were unaware that the state of Ohio was named for your reaction to the bitter cold temperatures that are whipped through the area by an unforgiving wind. Exit vehicle – get slapped in the face by the winter air, “OH!” See a neighborly neigbor nearby – yell to pierce the elements, “HI!” Get smacked in the face by the wind again, “OH!” Repeat at infinitum. We did.
It looks so happy to be lunch
You may not know this either, but Ohio has the BEST PANCAKES IN THE WORLD. Apparently, March is Maple Syrup Season, and Ray knew this. After we led worship on Sunday morning, he took us over to the Rotary Club Pancake Breakfast. Though some of us were skeptical at having pancakes for lunch, our cynical sentiment was soon swayed. It would be an exercise in futility to attempt to describe in words the intense difference in taste fresh maple syrup (tapped straight from trees up the road) makes on your pancake breakfasting experience! Perhaps this will help you understand: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! It was a lot like that scene in “What About Bob?” where Bill Murray sits at the table, and with every new bite he exudes a new quirky exhortation of the delectable morsels. Those pancakes cannot be beat, and they were just the thing to keep us going through the concert later in the evening. I’m not too sure if the sausage was incredible on it’s own or if my judgement was momentarily jaded by the pancakes.
The Mighty Youth of Middlefield and Beyond
After our nap time, we made a beeline for the church and got our game faces on for that night. If we thought that Ohio had incredible pancakes, then the next logical step would be to assume that Ohio’s population of young people would be just as, if not more, awesome. Why? Think about it. Besides cereal and play-doh, what do parents feed their children for breakfast? Pancakes! If you are what you eat, and Ohio’s pancakes are the best pancakes in the world, wouldn’t it stand to reason that after the consumed cereal, play-doh, and glitter dust have taken their respective tolls (troll tolls?) on a child, the remaining positive effects of the pancakes will transform the tiny minors into pretty awesome human beings? I contend that this theory is sound. The synthetic additives of play-doh, glitter dust, and lead-based paint are almost necessary to keep your youngsters from developing far too fast and far too awesome for the rest of the world to handle. Superman’s pancakes came from Ohio.
He helped us tear down
The point of all this is that we had a great time playing for these teens. They sang along, they cheered, they screamed, they jumped up and down. You kids were as awesome as pancakes! I got to chat about Clapton and Cream with Vince, Ethan screamed “WAFFLES!” at the sight of a GIR shirt, Dustin tossed a broken stick into the ravenous crowd, and Caleb championed our CD giveaway and successfully captained the helm of our musical pirate ship while trying not to trip over Ethan’s untamed bass cord. If you have been unfortunate enough to cross paths with Ethan’s bass cord, you can testify to its being a foe most formidable when it comes to maintaining your equilibrium. Toss in the added pressure of singing like an angel and tickling the ivories, and you can see how Caleb had his work cut out for him. Through all odds, he came out on top and completely unmuddled. That is why he’s the band leader.
They watched me play guitar
This trip marked a lot of firsts for Stereoreel. Our first trip to Ohio, our first 2-show day, our largest crowd, the first time someone prophesied at the end of our worship set. It was also the first time any of us had been asked to sign someone’s sleeves. This privilege led us to the conclusion that we need to obtain better pens for these shows. Dustin had to resort to using a large sharpie so he could write his name in bold second-grade handwriting.
We all had a great time, and we even managed to survive the Troll Tolls on the way home! If we get asked back, we do have a request. Ask us back once in the Summer, so we can avoid the winter winds, and ask us back once again in March, so we can eat pancakes.
Thank You Green Village COG! We Love You!!!
Tuesday, January 20th, 2009
One such fire of the roaring variety
Do you smell that? It smells like hickory smoked band members… and burnt cheese puffs?
Yes! This past weekend, Stereoreel had the great pleasure to play a weekend retreat for the Greenvillage Church of God Youth Group of Chambersburg, PA. Despite the temperatures being the sort that inspires old people to buy tickets for an exotic cruise (so they can learn how to play shuffle board and rediscover disco rather than shatter into pieces like the T-1000), we had an absolutely wonderful time with the group (led by Summer Rock) and with Danny and Sarah Hughes (the speaker and his wife). We especially enjoyed the quality time that we got to spend with the many roaring fires and well-crafted rocking chairs that populated the lodges.
These things are dangerous!
Allow me to offer a small piece of advice, however: Beware roaring fires and well-crafted rocking chairs! As separate entities, they can be enjoyed in modicum and allow you to relax from the burdens of trivial matters; but when their forces are combined, the ensuing incapacitating effect is nothing less than lethal! This can be attested to by our rather embarrassing inability to report to Saturday’s lunch on time. While all the high school children and group leaders were merrily masticating their majestic morsels; Dustin, Caleb, Ethan, and I were too busy sitting limply in a semi-circular formation of rocking chairs whilst staring at the mesmerizing glow of a forest flambe to even remember to look at the time, much less realize that we had missed lunch by 20 minutes.
Ironically, the song “Clocks” seemed to haunt us for the rest of the weekend. (Thanks Laurie and Kristyn…)
"WE LOVE STEREOREEL!!!"
Overall, the retreat was a blast! It was great to see so many people so enthusiastically embrace the worship songs we played. Most notably, though, was the way that God moved over the weekend. Danny did an excellent job of presenting the Gospel in a powerful and truthful way; encouraging everyone, “Don’t Waste Your Life!” Summer and the rest of the leaders were also spectacular and put on a fantastic event that the kids all seemed to really enjoy. It’s always great to be around people so encouraging and friendly! It was also super cool to meet so many new friends! Especially the kind that eat chocolate cupcakes, enjoy the sight of blue paisley, hate on the Steelers (HA!), delicately consume salad, or share similar noses.
We’d also like to say a special thanks to all the people in the kitchen! Thank you for allowing us to eat after our blatant tardiness! Everything was delicious!
One final shout out to “Hank the Trucker.” We will never be able to eat peanut butter again.
Mi scuzzi!
Cadence, Crosslink; A New Year!
Tuesday, January 6th, 2009
Stereoreel at Cadence
Greetings!
Firstly, allow me to wish you all a Happy New Year! All of us in the band are particularly excited about the resplendent plethora of opportunities that are presented to us with the advent of a new year. There are so many choices to be made, and so many chances to play and record, as well as other possibilities for aural sumptuousness that we need only to imagine and then harness as a reality for the enjoyment of the world!
We began our timely trail blazing with a slam-bang concert in Waynesboro, PA at an 80′s party for Cadence, a weekly event for young adults at the Waynesboro Otterbeing Church. As if an 80′s party wasn’t fun enough, perhaps the funnest part of the event was learning Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer.” Oh that’s right, Stereoreel covered a Bon Jovi song, and dare I say, it ROCKED! Four lucky young ladies were awarded their very own copies of our EP in a CD giveaway involving our puzzle-like business cards, designed by Ethan. Overall, it was a great experience, and it’s always a joy to meet up with Pastor Lee Reams and
his family (good friends from years gone by).
Honestly, if you live anywhere near Waynesboro and are looking for something fun to do on a Tuesday night, you should pop on over to the church around 6:30 PM. A splendid time is guaranteed! otterbeingchurch.org
You may be thinking that one great show is enough for any band to start the new year off, but Stereoreel had the great opportunity to also play at a New Year’s event for a monthly young adult group called CrossLink. They meet on the first Thursday of every month, so if you live in the Winchester, VA area, look it up. Stereoreel got to lead worship at this event, and enjoyed getting to work with and meet some amazing people. Unfortunately, we don’t have any pictures, so if anybody else does, please post them on our Facebook page.
Ethan also had the good fortune of helping the speaker drive home one of his key points on ignoring distractions and focusing more on God… by running out of the sanctuary whenever his phone began blaring Blur’s “Song 2″ and he couldn’t fish it out of his pocket.
Overall, it was a great way to start the year off right!
WOO HOO!!