Leaving the prairies

There is something about the prairies that I’ll likely never be able to kick.  It’s something of a drug or an old memory that I keep coming back to.  That places is as much a part of me as I am of it.  I’ve left it time and time again, but I keep coming back, expecting - hoping that it’ll feel and look the way it use to when I was younger.  The streets seem wider then I remember them - all paths I use to walk to familiar places to see people who still fill the same seats they use to. The buildings aren’t as tall as I use to think they were, and everything seems a little more dusty then it was in my youth.  The prairies are like the old girlfriend you had in high school - the one where you knew it wouldn’t work out in the long run, but you stuck with each other till there was nothing left to hold onto.  Life moves on - we all grow, we all change, and every once and a while we left our minds sift through those piles of old memories - the people and places that we use to know. 

It felt good to be back in the prairies, to be touring solo again - just me, my guitar and those wide prairie highways.  I’ll never be able to kick those prairie sun sunsets - I’m convinced that the sun doesn’t float on the horizon quite the same where I’m living these days - the stars aren’t quite as bright either.  There is something really special in all of these little prairie towns that I got the chance to play on this run - Langenburg, Windthorst and Biggar. Even when there is only forty people in a theatre that holds a hundred, it feels more full then most packed bars in Toronto.  Maybe it’s that we’re all from the same place and we speak the same tongue, maybe there is just more common ground to go on.

All of these shows were special in one way or another.  To all the folks that I got to spend time with along the way, thanks for being a part of this tour and a part of what I’m doing.  I’m so thankful that I’ve been able to make this work for as long as I have.  Every tour and every show I’m able to do is something I’m thankful for - I certainly don’t take it lightly - and couldn’t do what I do without you folks. 

I’ll be back in the fall, hope I’ll see some of you when I come back around. 

Down the road,
Zachary