I am sitting in an airport bar in Edmonton, having what I swear will be my last pint (at least for a while anyway) while trying to process the last week.
And WHAT a week it was!
As is always the case when the guys and I all get together, we laugh like there is no tomorrow.
My buddy Marek says that hanging out with the MPB is like hanging out with the Marx Brothers.
He’s right.
But, truth be told, I’d been pondering this being the “end of the road.”
One for the ditch.
The end of the line.
The last hurrah.
The Last Waltz, if you will…
Going all “Eddie and the Cruisers” and disappearing.
But this last week was, without a doubt, the greatest tour I’ve ever been on.
I could cry just thinking about it.
How could I just “pull the pin”?
I can’t.
Have we hit our ceiling in “popularity”?
Probably.
But I’m not sure I care about that…
Ok, maybe I care a bit, but you know what i mean…
Do I wish that the guys and I could play in front of 2000 people every night, one hundred fifty nights a year?
You bet.
Do I see that happening?
The chances are slim to none, and (regrettably) slim just left town.
But this last week has been everything I could have hoped for.
Life-affirming to the hilt.
I can’t just walk away now…
So, to the guys who stood with me on stage every night.
Ernie.
Dave.
Ben.
Ryan.
To Curt, Don, Glen, and Julien, who left their homes to roam across the Canadian Prairies…
To Frank Sass for standing out front and making us sound great every night.
To everyone who came out to see us play in Winnipeg, Saskatoon, Edmonton, Calgary, and Moose Jaw…
To those who traveled from Vancouver.
Minneapolis.
Wisconsin.
Missouri.
Bermuda!
To the venues who took a chance on us.
To the folks at Bandit Energy for helping us roll from town to town.
I say this…
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you!
I love you all.
Truly.
In on the one.
Lift on three.
Mike