Mourning the passing of Michael McGlynn, friend of the band
Ah the joys of introspection after the passing of a fellow road warrior.
We've had 18 years at this. In that time, we've done so much 'stuff', lifetimes worth of adventures, people, travel, road stories. On the odd occasion you might look around and go 'how did I get here' in a Talking Heads manner.
While you think that, a quieter, kinder, wiser voice smiles and tells you to count the blessings you've had. The almost inumerable small miracles.
When I remember Michael McG. tonight I remember a lot of those strange times and small miracles. Me having a massive panic attack at the studio, Michael talking me down. Him convincing me to not be so anal about a harmonica solo.
You can count yourself fortunate if you realise how lucky you are, treasure the stuff that's with you while you have it and to be saddened and surprised by the suddenness of change and the brevity of life, and to live in the now all the more because of it.
Vale Mike, we'll miss you mate.
