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Call the De'il

as witness, dare.

Let all the pipes announce;

a soldier shakes

at heavens gate

and demands of them,

account.

As he would have liked, the first place I have posted notice of his passing is here.

Dad was a tremendous supporter, he took a heartwarming measure of pride in our achievements.

He'd always fancied himself a ringer for Johnny O'Keefe and this was his way of living vicariously.

When I first started blogging, 11 years ago, it was in part so he could read about what we were up to, whilst he was working overseas.

He had told me about letters he had received during his service in Vietnam, that all he had ever wanted to was to hear about the mundane normal things of back home.

So I wrote for him about the mundane things we did. Gigs. Travel. Problems with the PA. 

It's the way of men to be unable to say simple things other than through actions. I guess I was lucky in that I also had those more direct conversations. We'd been through too much for less honesty.

Vale, Glenn Edward Barry, Man of the valley, Fortune's Soldier.

I say with equal sadness and pride, that he went down easy; he went down free.

'Night Dad.

Our fave place to get a vegetarian burger, community and bands.

We have a 1 hour slot at EDIT: we're on at 8!

There was a downpour as we started rehearsal last night. Thunder, lightning scaling sideways across the sky.

From a Stormcellar perspective, good omens

Last night we welcomed back Carl 'Noodles' Alwert into the Bass chair for the time being, while Brother Bill takes up a learning opportunity that he's passionate about. 

My photography left a bit to be desired....

It's always been a challenge to market an intensely private band, both amusing and ironic that people who live a life on stage are not all that keen on sharing everything. But that's how it is.

In a 21st century internet age where we willingly surrender our data, it's even more ironic. Nonetheless, any time I overshare, I get 'that look' from band members, so I keep shtum :-)

We're part of the community of the band, and the community of Aussie muso's at large. When Chris Wilson passed recently, we all knew. There's a lot of sharing because everyone has worked with or jammed with someone at some point. 

Within the band itself are the interacting lives of dozens of people.

We mourn each others losses, help each other through when it's our turn in the tempest, we provide solace, company and expression. It's as much a way to get by as it is a band. And I know for Cellar Dwellers, that's not far off the mark as well.

As I think of some of the background stuff that goes on, that is not strictly mine to share, I can at least share the understanding we gain from it.

In these last 11 years we have lost beloved friends, ex members of the band, comrades in music and family. These are the natural tides of life.

It has ever been our fortune to be grateful for what we get to do, doubly blessed to understand enough to be greatful.

Humans are fragile. Life is fragile.

Every time we get to do what we do, it's an affirmation.

Today it's my turn in the storm, and tonight we will play in celebration of a long time band supporter who is coming to the end of his path.

Every time we get to do this, I am grateful, and I am fortunate to be in the company of my friends in the stormcellar.

Yay we got another one done.

Take a trip through downtown Sydney on a night out with your friends in the stormcellar