Post by otisbacon on Jun 12, 2007 4:44:40 GMT -5
Or should I say "down" in smoke........as the original Sty In The Sky in Elk Rapids went down in flames, yesterday, June 11, 2007. When I first heard it, I was actually relieved that it was the garage that went and not the house. From a practical point of view, it was just a garage and can be replaced. That old house is one of a kind and besides, it would be more likely to catch on fire with it's 100+ year old wood and some of the dated wiring, etc..
This morning, however, I find myself a bit more sentimental. I have a collage of memories floating through my head. After I finished putting up the building I was truly burned out. It had amounted to almost 2 years of labor. Eventually I regrouped and got inspired to start setting up the studio. Little by little it came together for what it was. It was humble in a "studio" sense, but it became my refuge. When I wasn't working on music, I'd sometimes just hang out or putter around the place.
Little by little it drew musicians in. I guess it was my equivelant of Field Of Dreams. Eventually there were the regulars. I was able to entrust it to them. They knew where the key was and kept things the way I asked them to.
So yeh, it was just a place, a building. I'd like to think that it is also a good and positive memory for others as it is for me. Obviously, I was never going back there but it's strange to think that it's not there anymore too. This life is full of stuff like that, eh?
This morning, however, I find myself a bit more sentimental. I have a collage of memories floating through my head. After I finished putting up the building I was truly burned out. It had amounted to almost 2 years of labor. Eventually I regrouped and got inspired to start setting up the studio. Little by little it came together for what it was. It was humble in a "studio" sense, but it became my refuge. When I wasn't working on music, I'd sometimes just hang out or putter around the place.
Little by little it drew musicians in. I guess it was my equivelant of Field Of Dreams. Eventually there were the regulars. I was able to entrust it to them. They knew where the key was and kept things the way I asked them to.
So yeh, it was just a place, a building. I'd like to think that it is also a good and positive memory for others as it is for me. Obviously, I was never going back there but it's strange to think that it's not there anymore too. This life is full of stuff like that, eh?