This band thing is messing with my head. The cool thing I was a part of has morphed into a new cool thing I’m not part of. I support what my tribesters are creating and I bless them in my heart but I grieve the loss of my part in it. I came alive in that circle, playing my drum, learning bass, sharing an inclusive, ever-growing magical flow.

Something shifted, the structure solidified, a band was born. I’ll groove on the dancefloor and it’ll be glorious, but not what it was. Would be nice to have Monday back for jamming.

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