Thank You… and good night Kansas City (or how to throw the best damn party ever…)

How the hell do I even start this?

In February I received a call from a man named Rich Redmond. Rich is an extraordinary drummer for a fairly well known gentleman named Jason Aldean. He planted a bug in my ear about moving to Nashville, and I believe I explained how this all went down in my previous announcement regarding my pending departure from Kansas City.

Now it’s June, and two weeks from today, I’ll hopefully be moved into my new two bedroom apartment (which I’m not all that thrilled about by the way… but what can you do? It’s freakin’ hard to find a house when you don’t live in the city you’re trying to rent a house in.) and trying to figure out where everything is going to go.

It’s terrifying, and yet exhilarating and very exciting at the same time.

Sunday night, June 14th, I threw the biggest “party” I’ve ever thrown. It was what I always wanted my wedding reception to be like. It was what I wanted my 40th birthday party to be like. And it’s what I want my funeral to be like.

Does that sound weird?

It’s true though.

I threw one hell of a damn going away extravaganza though… If you weren’t there, I can guarantee that you missed out on something for the history books in Kansas City music.

This bar that I’ve always wanted to play at was kind enough to host this shindig for me. It’s called Knuckleheads Saloon, and it’s my favorite venue in KC to see a show… and yet, I’d never played there.

They provided drums, and an entire backline for everyone to play on. My friend and fellow piano partner Jason Irvin let me borrow a keyboard, and I brought my own, and a few guitars, and we were good to go for the entire evening. I’m still kinda blown away by how that happened.

But what’s more astounding than any of that is the amount of people both musician and non-musician who donated their time to be there and be a part of something that was absolutely magical and unforgettable.

I can’t even mention all of the wonderful musicians that filled Knuckleheads Saloon that night because I’d most likely leave out too many as it was impossible to keep track of everyone.

But I have three major regrets… both of which I simply couldn’t help due to the nature of the show.

  1. I wish that I was able to hug and shake hands with and tell each and every person in attendance how amazing they were for being present at all, and for being my friend. I wish I could have thanked everyone individually and had some time to visit with each and every person because their presence meant the entire world to me.
  2. I wish my older kids were able to stay longer. They didn’t even get to see any of the performances at all due to all of the technical problems at the beginning. I was extremely sad to see them leave. And I believe the feeling was mutual. They seemed pretty upset to have to go home as well.
  3. I wish that I were able to get every single musician in that building on the stage. So many wonderful people I wasn’t able to get up due to time constraints, or simply because I didn’t even realize that they were there, or I couldn’t make it happen for one reason or another.

To The Stolen Winnebagos, Drew Six, Amanda Fish, David George, Nate Leonard, George Robinson, The Cowardly Lions, Lost Wax, Pat Lentz, Dave Tanner, Jason Reinhard, etc. etc. etc. — please accept my sincere apologies. Please please know that all of you mean so much to me, and that I really felt badly for not being able to get you on stage before you had to leave.

Here’s how I picked who went on when…

I had a list of bands/individuals who had contacted me ahead of time letting me know that they had gigs after so they had to go on early. I also had a list of people who stated at the show that they had to go on before a ceratin time as well. Olly from Villains Dance had to work THAT NIGHT and barely were able to get them on in time before he had to bail.

Essentially, it went down like this. I put together a mock list of the whole show based on people’s time requests. Some people had to be on early. Some people couldn’t get there until after a certain time. So I tried to keep all of those things in mind and shuffle the acts according to their needs.

I called people up as I saw them in the audience. If I saw that an entire band was present, or if they let me know that everyone was there, then that’s how I decided who was playing next…Basically all based on availability.

I also kept in mind that people like the Howl At The Moon crew and certain other acts were used to being out late, and so I assumed (in the Stolen Winnebagos case assumed incorrectly) that they would be okay with going on later because they’re used to gigging late on odd nights of the week, like Sundays. In fact, I watched them LAST Sunday at Pizza Bar perform after The Offspring.

So I didn’t want to “snub” them as one of the Facebook posts I read claimed I did. I actually did call for them, but unfortunaely Jim and Casey had to leave. Christy had to work in the A.M. and Casey had to be up pretty early. Had I known that ahead of time, I would have brought them on earlier.

I’d heard they were going to do an “old school” set with Tool, Rage and Primus stuff. So I was super stoked about that, seeing as how nobody really covered that spectrum of music that night. So again, my apologies to the band and any fans that wanted to see them.

So those are my few regrets… So truly, all things considered, and the amount of things that could have gone wrong that didn’t… I’d say it was a hell of a success.

Here are some of the pics taken by both fans and pro photographers who were there. — Thanks to Amber Miller, Mark Schierholz, Milton Hill, among others for these!

So now the clock is beginning to wind down, and the move is becoming more and more of a reality.

Star and I went through the house today and listed all of the things that we wanted to sell in our garage sale this weekend. We also listed out all of the things we were going to have to keep in storage since we’re moving into an apartment… and man we have a lot of STUFF!

But the thing that’s kicking my ass the most probably is the people. I’m going to miss the people of Kansas City dearly. I’ve always said that the things that’s always kept me from moving before is the people. That I could get in a bind and usually get out of it in a matter of up to two to three phone calls, text messages or emails has always been one hell of a security blanket for me.

I mean… think about just what happened Sunday. All of those people showed up to performed based on emails, texts, Facebook, and phone calls. And there were easily over 600 people who came out to the show. How incredible is that?

I love you Kansas City. I love everything that you’ve done for me. Thank you for being there for me and creating a person that I’m proud to be. It’s the people here who have made me who I am today. Sure, my parents raised me to be polite, kind, and generous to everyone that I can be. But it’s YOU… the person who’s reading this. The person who has helped me through countless adventures, musical endevors, and otherwise who have made me realize just how good of a life I have, and how good of a life I will continue to have.

I will see you all again soon.

Pomeroy is reuniting on July 31st at the Voodoo Lounge. YES I’m part of that reunion. So I will be back that week to see you all.

My older kids live in Northern Missouri right on the edge of the Iowa border. I will be back as often as I can to see them as well, which means I will be visiting KC hopefully at least once every month or every couple of months.

You haven’t seen the last of me dammit. You can’t get rid of me either. I’m like the boomerang. I’ll always come back.

Or like my song “Selective Amnesia” says… “You ain’t never gonna forget about me.”

Good night Kansas City. See you in the funny papers.

T.