Evolution of a cancellation...

The evolution of a cancellation: last night, before the snow, we were all filled with bravado and jubilation.

Things still felt optimistic at 9 am this morning when there was only a modest dusting of snow on the ground.

Doubt began to creep in, however, about 12 noon when band members started expressing their very real concerns. I was stubborn but increasingly receptive.

At 2 pm I had experienced a change of heart and knew the gig was off even if an official call had not yet been announced.  As we were walking out in the woods I said, "Hmmm, someone just lost a tree." When we got out of our snow gear - and started to read more emails - Di said, "That was OUR tree." The handwriting was on the wall and Mother Nature was confirming her judgment. (It missed our roof by inches!)

After scrambling to let people know the gig was officially off - but would be rescheduled - I received a collective sigh of relief via email, FB and texts. It feels weird NOT doing this show - it is the first time in 32 years we've had to cancel - but we do not live in Kansas (or Tucson) anymore, Toto. 

So, we'll stay warm and safe, give thanks to God for great musical friends and colleagues and hoist a pint to all that is sacred. Blessed and Happy Thanksgiving to you all.