05-08-26 the DD Club
I can’t really completely explain how amazing this day was because there were the super lows that were balanced by the super highs and all of the good things in between.
It is Is the 22nd anniversary of my father, crashing his plane and dying. It is the first day of the 40th anniversary of the Kootenay Children’s festival. It is Friday and I should probably be in my office and working.
I chose to spend the day at Rotary Park, setting up the festival with people who I love and love me.
It was the best choice ever, and I kicked into music fast, organizer mode, and set up a little village for performers and volunteers. I really do love being in charge of the hospitality. I feel like that is really in my wheelhouse from all the experience I had at music fest. It made my heart happy when Galen came in and mentioned that he loved the vibe the most ever in the green room.
I did take a break to run across the street to Fire Hall to get some protein in my system so I could perform at my best and was impressed with Paul and his bartender skills
Unfortunately, when I went to open a case of Gingerale, there was a sliced open canyon inside and I seriously cut my thumb. It is not painful. It just bled a lot.
It did start to rain and that may have scared a lot of people away, but Beckam Barr had a nice collection of family members there and a good audience and then Robin Layne & the Rhythm Makers arrived and entertained the small, but appreciative crowd.
I was so excited to see Robyn performing here as I have watched him grow over the years, become a father, etc., at Vancouver Island MusicFest. Imagine my complete surprise that Richard Brown was also there playing drums with him. We probably haven’t seen each other for a decade and it was such a great little reunion from those same days back at music fest when he ran back line and I was in charge of all the stages.
Will and Sawyer did a swing by on their way to dinner. My two youngest grandson are turning into such amazing humans.
When all had done for the day at the festival, I headed up to Rhiannon and Rogers as Roger had invited me for a scotch in honour of the dead dad‘s club. We sat around the table and had great conversations and debates, and tried several different scotches in honour of both our dads. It was poignant when Gene and Lukas joined us.
I was happy? When greg phoned me today to acknowledge the 22 years that dad is gone. 
triumphgal 