I'd like to thank everyone who came out to support Four out of Three this past weekend. We definitely had fun and I know a lot of you guys did. So, what did prepping for this concert entail? A lot of prayer and a lot of practise. Getting a band together especially with people that half know what they are doing is a pretty tough thing. I've always had this mentality that I'd hopefully be working with people who already know what they're doing and I would just be told what to play. That would be much easier. But because this was something that I had an idea about, it felt like it was my responsibility to undertake the immense task of coming up with arrangements and songs to play. Ultimately, it was also difficult to work with a lead guitarist-turned-bassist this time around but everyone was awesome and was willing to learn including myself on how to play together in a band. We also just started off as three guys before taking on Ivan as our keyboardist. But man, did adding the keyboard add a whole new dimension to the band even though at one practise, Ivan had to imagine that he was playing the keyboard because me being the genius of owning the keyboard (it was bought in HK so different wattage-requiring transformer etc...) forgot to bring the adapter.
Of course in the end, through some pain and toil, of having leon join us for one practise to him not feeling up to the part of singing with us, and finally sweating buckets of saline solution, it was the big day of the 26th. After praying tons and prepping for this day, somehow, the excitement still wasn't there yet but in the end, moments before 8:15pm, I think the guys (and gal) finally got excited and even a little nervous. Song after song however, something seemed to make sense to me at least, admist the sweat, adrenaline, heat, lights, bopping asian heads (majority of them at least), and speeding drum rhythms, something felt right. I was watching God's answers to me in the past few months unfold before my eyes and as people listened to what I had to say about questioning ourselves and looking inside us, beyond all doubt and certainty, God was working.
It is pretty amazing to see how things work together for the good of those who love God. Sometimes, its just a matter of searching and pushing ourselves a little further and to know as Bono once said, "God has already blessed the things you are going to do, knowing that you are doing it for Him."

So anymore thoughts on purpose in music? It's still a vocation to a certain degree and whether or not I will become a producer/musician type person or be dealing with clients who want another patio in their summer home, ultimately, music will always be there and so will the people who need to hear it.

Alrite
July 26, 2003 @ 8 pm. Four out of Three is doing a concert. Come support us !
Address: 13 Finchley Street, Hampstead , QC (cross street is Queen Mary , west of Decarie)
Directions: Via Metro: take the metro to snowdon. When you exit Snowdon Metro, you should be on Queen Mary. Make a right and walk towards Decarie (You can't miss Decarie) and keep walking for around 10 minutes and you'll see the church on the left. We're playing in the Fischer Hall.
Email me or call me if you want more info. Bring your friends. Bring Your family.

So I probably have a million things to write about my non-substantial existence (as I soon hope to discover through our church fellowship group, that we all have a purpose thanks to mr. Rick Warren who has probably definitely found a lot of purpose in writing his book. Not to mention the fact that he's definitely made a killing on writing about a purpose driven life.)

So about a month and a half ago, I was on my way back to Vancouver from Montreal for a two week visit and I happen to be sitting next to a blonde mid forties woman. Let me just emphasize that I never meet good looking women/girls on airplane flights. (There's probably some divine reason for it too.) Anyway, since I was in the aisle, Brigitte (her name as she introduced herself with the smell of alcohol on her breath) was next to me and a nice guy named Dean (I found out his name as a result of Brigitte's inebriated uninhibited talkative state). She starts talking with Dean and myself about how she's a little drunk and how she is afraid of flying even though her father was a captain on the Air Canada fleet. Actually, she was more afraid of the take-off then anything and so she asks Dean and myself if she could hold our hands while the plane took off. So imagine a somewhat wasted mid forties woman, a chinese kid, and a middle aged contractor (which I found out of course) all holding hands as the plane took off.
Man. What a weird experience. Anyway, she kept thanking us and kept chatting for the next 4 hours. Well, At some point, we did stop talking and we all fell asleep but somehow, because of the crapiness of Air Tango's seats, she had no head rest thingy and almost landed on my shoulder at which point, I kinda woke up and hoped that she would lean very FAR to the other side towards Dean.

Then later when we were all awake, she kept insisting that Dean looked like Tom Arnold, one of her favorite actors. Dean had no idea who she was talking about and I swear at points, we made these looks at each other which basically thought the same thing, "This woman is nuts." Then she went on and on about the crappiness of Air Tango and how she had to pay for everything including the food (I mean, I guess she vocalized my thoughts but was more obnoxious and rude about it) Then she went on to yap on about her hippy days and went on and on about drugs, sex, smoking.. you name it. She probably did it. But hey, it's not every day you meet an loud blonde woman. So I humored her and smiled and nodded when necessary.

I thought the plane ride would never end.

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Do you ever wonder if you could do more in each instant that you live and breathe?

sunburnt, cramped hands, and paint covered body.

Exhaustion

Respect people who paint buildings.