Please Tell My Brother

It must have been around 1996 when my brother John and I began plotting it out. We didn't know exactly how or where to carry it out, but we shared the same dream of one day opening a rock club. We lived for music and aside from our beloved Yankees, it was literally all we talked about. The mid-to-late 90s was the "golden age" of music for us. That "sound" someone deemed alt.country was spitting out band-after-band and many of them were leaving lasting impressions on us. Wilco, The V-Roys, Slobberbone, Son Volt, Whiskeytown, The Bottle Rockets, Old 97's, The Jayhawks, Freakwater, The Backsliders, 6 String Drag, 16 Horsepower, Richard Buckner, Cheri Knight, Marah, Blue Mountain and the list went on. We almost couldn't keep up but we did.

Tonight in a small coastal town in the Carolinas the day arived. Before a packed house, he hosted Austin, Texas' The Gourds. A band that we've adored for well over a decade played for over two hours and it was John who led them to that stage. A dream fulfilled.