25 Years

Let me introduce myself. I'm a long time friend of the band - and a guy who is just catching the blogging bug (trust me, no one is more surprised than I). I'm not sure if it feels too nerdy or just too young - regardless, I'm liking it.

I've been enjoying the band for many years, not 25, but something close. What the Ghost means to me, my family and friends can't be measured in years, however. We were introduced to Strawberry by Dan and the boys - maybe 15 years ago? -and have been going almost non-stop ever since. When we first started going, I was perhaps married, but childless for sure. I tell you that, to tell you this. Yesterday my son (now 11) summed up our feelings for what the band has brought us. He walked into the family room, sat quietly for a minute then uncharacteristically said " Dad, you know what the best morning in the world is?" "no" I said. He said " The best morning ever is Sunday morning at Strawberry, I'm in camp, Marleys Ghost is singing gospel and Jeff (Dans brother-in-law) is cooking everything left in the ice chests saying "eat up, everythings gotta go", the sun is shining and everybody is just so happy."

I sat there and thought about it and said - "well the reason that feels so good is because there isn't any place I know that feels closer to god and heaven on Earth than the Ghost singing gospel at the lake at Strawberry - there's nothing in that place but buckets of love". And it all wraps back to the band, arguably, the best, most honorable and creative group of guys I know. They somehow anchor the whole thing, even in years when they aren't there, it all somehow comes back to them - oh yea and their music is pretty good too. (ha)