1. Denial: “OMG what? No, this can’t be happening, he HAS to be here, this is impossible! They’re kidding, right?”
2. Anger: “WTF, this is not fair! Fuck, how could they do this, how could they dupe us into thinking this was Blue Rodeo without Greg??”
3. Bargaining: “Okay, seriously as long as he comes out and performs, even just a few songs, okay? Please? I’ll do anything, I won’t ask for anything else, honestly”
4. Depression: “Dammit, what if this means the end of the band as we know it? Why bother coming to see them anymore? It’s just not the same…”
5. Acceptance: “He sounds great and he looks great, so I guess if this has to be the setup for the next little while until he recovers fully, it’ll be ok.”
You probably think I’m kidding, and I wouldn’t blame you because I am clearly deranged, but these are the thoughts that went through my head within about the first 20 minutes of the concert in Stratford last night.
I did make it to acceptance finally, but as is the case in the dying process, I don’t have to like it. I just have to accept that this is the way it is going to be. For now, at least. Wishing Greg a full recovery from the ear/hearing issues that are troubling him. Because man, the thought of that band having to throw in the towel makes me really, really sad and depressed.
Okay, so maybe I haven’t reached acceptance yet.