After reading Freddies post, my heart is beating with the familiar sad anxiety that it was beating on Friday night, and yet again on Saturday. For the most part Jordan leaving the band was public knowledge for over a month now, and his last show was inevitable. If it wasn\'t mentioned on here it was pretty obvious that the 1000th show was going to, most likely, be his last Connecticut show.
I wasn\'t sure what show it was going to be, but i figured he would be doing weekends until the end of the summer. When I got into the van on Friday afternoon and heard that Beardsley was going to be the show, my heart sank a bit and really made me wonder how the night was going to go. I texted a couple of people to see if the word had gotten out and if not to get the word out.
The whole day was a roller coast ride of emotions for me. Just really starting to work with this band and still quite wet behind the ear, my mind just raced all day. Although everything about Friday was smooth and just plain wonderful (if you can believe that), there was definitely an air of sorrow, loss, and pain that was woven into all of our surroundings.
Beardsley Castle property is an amazing spot of earth with a true vibe to it, and the folks who run it are top shelf. We were treated like royalty and the entire day from load in, through dinner and on was pure perfection. Up until showtime, I really believed that the sadness had left.
I was wrong. Once the band started, it ran through my mind that this was the beginning of the last true Breakfast show in the Sequoia era. Startled, I started looking for familiar faces and there were many. The band was playing with a ferocity that took me back to 2002. As much as I was enjoying the music and energy from the show, i couldn\'t help but think about all the people who weren\'t there that should have been. That made me start thinking about how big the show would have been if it were there more advanced notice than six or so hours to get to upstate New York.
Through the night I came to the realization that there was no way any show was going to actually be billed as the Sequoia\'s last and that in a span of 48 hours I will have gotten to see the the end of the beginning and the beginning of something that could be it. If it ever comes to be, whatever it may be, one fact that will always remain is that it could never have been with out its beginnings. That thought comforted and excited me enough to lift through the sadness and enjoy the rest of the night into the morning and into the afternoon.
The realization of all the surrealistic horror I had experienced the day before, hit me square when I didn\'t have to unload Leslie and the Beast into the Corner Pocket on Saturday night.
Back in the days (1999-2003) when I would only get to a few local shows a month, and mostly with BillyChags, he would always say that Jordan put the Psychedelic in Psychedelic Breakfast. And even after the name change, Psychedelic Breakfast or PB was what this band was, but on Saturday for the first time, since the inception of this band, the Psychedelic was figuratively and literally gone.
Drunk Monk Bar, Buquebus, Doughboy, and Future Peek as played on this past Saturday by The Breakfast (or B.Fast) were some of the highlights of the evening but there was piece missing. And for all those at The Corner Pocket that night that piece was one Flying Sequoia Branch.
Well the pages keep on turning and the only question I have is, "How fucking long is this book?". At this point we all just have to stay tuned as the pages of the Breakfast book flip from cover to cover.
Will the B.Fast make waves as an eventual legendary rock and roll three-piece? Is there a keyboard player with enough balls and talent out there to fill the roll of Keyboardist For The Breakfast? I have no idea, but am glad that I am fortunate enough to be able to witness and partake in this story unfolding.
Sequia, it has been amazing to be able to share in your musical world. Thank you and please keep the .info world abreast of your endeavors and collaborations.
Love Ya Bro,
Stephen
