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Here's a little summin summin I thought I'd say about Jimmy's last show with Pestroy...
For over 11 years Pestroy has been playing shows and bringing the ruckus without fail.
Throughout high school I went to their shows, listened to their music and loved it all. I even went as far as emailing Jimmy to ask a few things about guitar. I'm still waiting for the reply.
Then I started my own band. We started playing shows, and making new friends with the bands we had shows with. And among all the people we met, were the lads of Pestroy. We partied a bit and have turned out to be the greatest friends. So to be at a show that would be one of my mentors and close friend's last, was an experience that can't really be explained. A brotherly poem from another great friend, Gordon Laws, had us all feeling like he wrote on our behalf. Gordy managed to point out everything great about Jimmy that we all had experienced somewhere along the line of knowing him. So already we were off to an early soppy start.
It was finally time for Pestroy to take to stage, after quite some time of chanting. And fuck! Was it worth the wait! Every time I see this band play I am blown away. It just keeps getting better and better. But this show had something different about it. everyone rocked harder, everyone played at their best, everything was louder. It was insane. As the first note of the intro hit I had goosebumps and was air drumming the shit out of that place!
It all seemed to be going well. Until Devided by Zero was played. I don't know what it is, but there's something about that song that I just love. It was during the first chorus where a little tear escaped, and I realised, "Shit, this really is Jimmy's last show..."
And you could tell. Every member of the band, made sure that Jim had the best show ever, and He made sure of the same too! Beating his guitar, singing out loud, pointing and winking at every person he could, and making sure every other member of the band got some Jimmy time.
You could tell that it was hardest for Craig. Watching him sing, you could see how difficult it was for him to belt out as hard as he could knowing that, next time, there would be someone different standing to his right. Craig, you did well. I could see the sadness, and you stuck it well.
So to keep myself together, the only thing to do was rock out! And so I did.
I'm sure most of my posts don't make sense. But to me it all does. So Jimmy, if you read this, I'll see you at the sea to own some surfing.
Much Love
C
