1974-2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
On Joy and Sorrow
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
-Khalil Gibran/The Prophet
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
-Khalil Gibran/The Prophet
Toronto
1/14/11
We leave Brooklyn at 7am to try to beat the blizzard descending on New York. It snows the whole way to Toronto but we manage to stay ahead of the storm and we make it over the border with time to spare. We are all a little skeptical about driving 10 hours to play a show at this tiny club but when we get there I ask the promoter if he has a hot tub and HE TOTALLY DOES! YES! It really does pay off to ask everyone you meet on tour if they have a hot tub. He promises that we can go soak before the show but that we HAVE to stick around the club for dinner. It turns out that the club is in the basement of an amazing rustic-gourmet restaurant run by a bunch of incredibly handsome Toronto hardcore dudes. AND as luck would have it they are all big fans of the band and they really want to cook us dinner. AMAZING. We are served a whirlwind of gorgeous food all introduced by the equally gorgeous chefs who hover around us attentively as we eat. Swoon! We have bone marrow, calf liver pate, pork shoulder confit, little pumpkin raviolis and an entree of seared ELK LOIN served with whole carrots and foraged mushrooms with dark greens and beets. WTF. So rugged. So Canadian. So awesome. After dinner, as promised, Mark takes us back to his place to soak in his hot tub and play in the heated pool. It rules. We roll back to the club for the show and it is super packed and everyone is really enthusiastic. The crowd is pressing up into our space in the corner and I think I maybe hit someone in the face with my headstock cuz it is so crowded. We were gonna try to get a head start and leave for Chicago that night but Mark insists that we stay with him and we decide that we might as well continue to take advantage of his excellent hospitality. We wake up super early the next day and take off, and I drive for hours across the flat northern plains listening to Earth while everyone else sleeps in the back.
Parts and Labour
Toronto, Canada
January 2011
1/14/11
We leave Brooklyn at 7am to try to beat the blizzard descending on New York. It snows the whole way to Toronto but we manage to stay ahead of the storm and we make it over the border with time to spare. We are all a little skeptical about driving 10 hours to play a show at this tiny club but when we get there I ask the promoter if he has a hot tub and HE TOTALLY DOES! YES! It really does pay off to ask everyone you meet on tour if they have a hot tub. He promises that we can go soak before the show but that we HAVE to stick around the club for dinner. It turns out that the club is in the basement of an amazing rustic-gourmet restaurant run by a bunch of incredibly handsome Toronto hardcore dudes. AND as luck would have it they are all big fans of the band and they really want to cook us dinner. AMAZING. We are served a whirlwind of gorgeous food all introduced by the equally gorgeous chefs who hover around us attentively as we eat. Swoon! We have bone marrow, calf liver pate, pork shoulder confit, little pumpkin raviolis and an entree of seared ELK LOIN served with whole carrots and foraged mushrooms with dark greens and beets. WTF. So rugged. So Canadian. So awesome. After dinner, as promised, Mark takes us back to his place to soak in his hot tub and play in the heated pool. It rules. We roll back to the club for the show and it is super packed and everyone is really enthusiastic. The crowd is pressing up into our space in the corner and I think I maybe hit someone in the face with my headstock cuz it is so crowded. We were gonna try to get a head start and leave for Chicago that night but Mark insists that we stay with him and we decide that we might as well continue to take advantage of his excellent hospitality. We wake up super early the next day and take off, and I drive for hours across the flat northern plains listening to Earth while everyone else sleeps in the back.
Parts and Labour
January 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
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