December 31st, 2024. It goes past 11 at the SPARK Open Mic.

Another holiday eve, another “wife’s gotta gig” night. Another “Dave’s wife is in South Carolina” night. And so, as foretold, we aimed to get to midnight playing music. This was something I mentioned off-handedly about a month ago and as I was sure it would, felt like a great idea one moment and felt like it was going to be torture the next.

But it was a beautiful night. A little melancholy perhaps because it definitely was NOT a party, and sort of felt like we were the cast-offs, and yet I often feel that way. I often feel that my open mics are a church for those of us that don’t feel comfortable just hanging out in bars, don’t want to just stay home, we need people and yet we don’t know how to be with them without an instrument or a song in our heart. Let me gather you all around, my friends, because there is no better way to enter the new year than all together.

Unfortunately, the knell of 2025 struck as I was playing a Bob Dylan song.

But I was PLAYING.

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