but inside an old crusty bar in a not so great part of town-
There were 4 of them-
They were kind and gentle souls who wore their hearts on their sleeves
and were chasing dreams while in high school.
he and a few friends had started playing and practicing and writing music
and then booking local shows to share their view of music with others.
At home, Ryan would practice with my younger son Cullan- who is a drummer.
And for several years, the little cottage walls shook with all that loud heavy metal guitar and drumming as they practiced for hours each day.
We were big supporters of the band and them trying to make their way in the music world.
the families were there.
usually old bars filled with quite a few interesting folks.
There was a show where my husband and brothers even jumped in the ‘mosh pit’ (bad idea)
and the bands grandparents would show up on occasion-
with their ear plugs in hand.
The neglected old brick and stucco buildings that were crumbling away
were dotted with colorful Christmas lights.
It felt like a sprinkle of Christmas cheer
in an otherwise kind of forgotten part of town.
The bar was at the end of the row- the last building on the end on the right-
It was the one with the parking lot next to it and the view of the freeway from the back.
stepped out into the chilly night.
There were not too many street lights and the bar looked pitch black from the outside
but there was a loud hum of drumming already coming from inside.
And in that week before Christmas feeling,
there was something to be said about the juxtaposition of the twinkly
and put them on and then regrouped
with a couple of nods to each other.
The crowd kind of turned around to look at them to see what was happening.
It was so surprising and unexpected- and so filled with magic
long haired heavy metal band members
It made my heart soar.
and festive Christmas cookies being served with drinks
and a most interesting group of rowdy folks
who quieted down just for a few minutes to listen.
It wasn’t about metal music or growling or mosh pits, head banging or any of their usual.
It was about the beauty of Christmas.
And truth be told, for me, it was a year I was struggling a bit with some
life seasons and changes and the season had felt like a mish-mash of trying to stay on my toes.
But that night?
And that my friends was the one.
that made me cry.
Both of my once little rock stars who grew up to be long haired heavy metal
music playing boys
are now clean cut personal trainers
who play in gyms rather than bars now.
Though they both play music and play their hearts much more now then when they had that
‘metal persona’ to keep up.
And The Band? Well, they all went their separate ways after High School and pursued their passions.
One of these days, maybe they will get together to play an encore performance
and you know who will be right there in the front.
With ear plugs, of course.
And guess who will be on their way home for Christmas?
mopping floors and wrapping gifts and…
I remembered 3 dozen other things I need to do
At 4 am.
and those other 3 dozen things are done…
I just might get one of those old electric guitars and that stacked up drum set out in the cottage
out for a holiday performance.