March 7th, 2021. It’s March.

Listening to the Hugh McGowan memorial performance. We already played. Now we chill.
How we cope.
This stunning outpouring of Love and song and beauty for Hugh has been really // amazing. I’ve been Loving this, it’s a little painful, but it’s joyously so. The Zoom is imperfect. The music is beautiful. It’s kind of almost everything that’s left right in the world.

It’s March. So it’s a year. And I’m sad.

My friend, who I didn’t know really well, but who was still my friend – has died. And I’m attending a Zoom song share memorial THING – we don’t have words for what these things are // and Hugh McGowan is dead.

We played one of his songs. Tom Bianchi reached out and asked us to play. I don’t think I’d have thought to do it if he hadn’t emailed me last night. And I was feeling overwhelmed and we almost didn’t do it. But I’m glad we did. Because it’s been a fucking YEAR and I’m sad.

It’s not just Hugh. It’s Ernie and its Kristen’s aunt and uncle. And it’s Ari. And it’s Morrell. And it’s Chris and it’s… it’s March.

That means it’s been a full year since we started having to make stupid, hard decisions, canceling performances, cutting my open mics. One year ago today I wrote a Journal entry encouraging everyone to be cautious and to assure everyone that WE were being careful. We’d already been talking a lot about washing hands and keeping your distance at shows. Hell, in a NORMAL flu season we verge on paranoia because getting sick makes singing and playing kind of hard – and that’s our bread and butter – or at least shrimp, grits and fine tea…

A week later I was writing “we are cancelling our next several shows and I am cancelling my open mics till April… I think it’d be wise to be smart, even if it appears foolish, in order not to have been an idiot.”I got some encouragement. I got some pushback. I made some people really angry. Others were very relieved. A week after THAT and it seemed like a lot more people were on the same page.

A year ago this month I hugged the last person outside of my “pod” in a parking lot in Silver Spring. Jimmy Stewart. We had our last recording session with someone outside our pod. We took a walk and saw some baby snakes.

We found two snakes again. Both dead.

By the end of the month we were receiving cancelations out to the summer and had begun our weekly webcast “Live from the Lair”. I’d begun reading children’s stories daily at 6pm, but my patience for reading gave out 2 months later after 50 books – long before the stories did. By the end of the month our first friend had died – not of COVID but as with so many of these things – in a world where health care was suddenly complicated by paranoia and misinformation.

By now several dozen friends have tested positive at some point, a dozen or so have been very, very sick, and a half dozen have died – and though we’ve only had one friend to die directly from COVID-19, it all FEELS connected that we should have so many deaths in our community, our open mic scene, our fanbase and friendbase…

Take nothing for granted. Not in a cynical way. In a beautiful way. Play in the snow. Play in the sun. But you know – protect yourself.  Wear some mittens and some sunscreen and a mask. We’re worth it.

And it’s March. And we took a walk. And we saw some baby snakes in the exact same spot as before.

And they were dead. And it’s been a year. And I’m sad.


The memorial service is over. And I’ve cried a bit. You know, in a manly way.

We Live such strange Lives as artists. We’re all about Living intensely and making it all about us but then turning it around and making US relatable enough so that it’s all about YOU. And tonight – a roomful of old friends and people who are … if not friends then at least co-conspirators in this big VISION that is the music scene… Ryan Montbleau and Tom Bianchi and Teresa Storch and Eric Schwartz, Greg Klyma, Ryan Fitzsimmons, Jonathan Byrd… Michelle Lewis and even in the “audience” : Danielle Miraglia, Rebecca Loebe – people who we’ve shared rooms and mics and songs and Lives and Loves.

We were all just KIDS when we thought this music thing was a good idea! None of us dreamt we’d get old. Some of us didn’t.

I don’t know. It’s all so beautiful.

I step out of the basement. Heather heads home. I break down a bit more and pet the cat. Kristen listens. I don’t know if she gets it. I don’t know if *I* really get it.

I open the front door to let the cold air in for a bit, let it dry my face. A man is walking by in the darkness with a dog who growls at me. He tugs on the leash. “C’mon”. I think of how I must look to him – silhouetted and watching him go by. I don’t know if his dog’s normally sweet and just feeling threatened. He doesn’t know I’m openly weeping. We don’t know ANYTHING.

I found Kristen’s Nintendo in the basement yesterday and got it up and running. She’s playing Tetris and it’s just so… normal. But the last time I heard these songs was back when Sonny Roelle wrote i love you And I Miss You songs to them back… you know… when we were kids thinking this whole music thing was a good idea – never dreaming we’d ever get old!

upComing & inComing

6 thoughts on “March 7th, 2021. It’s March.

  1. Michael Amster says:

    Rob, so much loss…so much pain. Even the rituals that help us cope with loss, have been lost to the pandemic. I too am sad. A year gone by, so many experiences have been missed.

    But still we are here. We have adapted. We have coped…sort of. But we are here, and the Sun will rise in the morning. Another day. I feel that things will begin to return to ‘normal’…but even that will probably not look the same as the old normal. But still we are here and life goes on.

    Take care my friend. Stay safe. Hug someone.

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  2. Amy Law says:

    I hear you. I love you. I’m available for hugs and walks and investigations of the yard for babysneks if desired. (Mom found two when she visited this time last year.) *love* to you and Kristen.

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  3. Jimmy says:

    Hey, Rob…brother. In all of this, all the pain, the loss, the fascination of it all, I look most forward to seeing you again and giving you the hug that means it is all over. Love you…

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  4. Uncle John says:

    Having also recently lost someone from not only my distant past and who was also a brilliant musical collaborator and friend for almost 50 years, I know what you mean about never dreaming you’d get old–or how so many others along the way didn’t. Maybe they made an early exit, or just didn’t make it as far as us who are of a similar age as them or even older, but it always tends to make us realize our own mortality–and to make us value every day we have left a little more. It makes us realize the brevity and uncertainty of life, and to want to tell our family and friends what they mean to us, because we may not get that chance again–since we’re reminded that nothing in life is certain or guaranteed.

    Along the path of my own life, I’ve met a lot of people who’ve brought me joy, and whose company I’ve enjoyed whenever our paths have crossed. I just want to say that you and your group are among those, Rob. I’ve felt that after meeting you all way back in the mid 2000s, that I definitely added to the number of those I consider real friends. Just wanted you to know that in your time of loss that you still have other friends, and though you may not see us all very often–or at all–it doesn’t mean we don’t want you to, or that we don’t look forward to our next meeting. Because we do, you know?

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  5. Tracy Buchanan says:

    I don’t have the words to ease the pain. I don’t have the full knowledge of the backstory. In the same year you’re referencing, through IlyAIMY I feel as though I’ve found my soul in a world thrown upside down and twisted inside out. I feel as though I’ve known you forever. I feel like I’m home. I say this to help highlight the fact that even in the midst of so much loss, chaos, madness, void… there is something good that can be pulled from it. You feel this pain because you felt the joy. As sad as it is, they coexist. You only know the depths of both by knowing the vast contrast of both. And it has to be a beautiful thing. I empathize deeply, and am sending so much love.

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  6. Rae says:

    *boop*

    I wish you cool new patches for your jacket and ice cream sundaes for Kristen.

    l💜ve,
    rae

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