A few weeks ago Skymonk did the Hartsville, SC Concerts on College fall finale show. Frankly, one of the best shows we’ve had thus far, an absolute blast. There was a great energy from the crowd, vendors, and probably more people than we’ve ever played for. Ever. Which for Ben, Scott, and myself was truly rewarding experience and we can’t thank the people involved enough.
Let me explain what happened that night. Skymonk began our set like most nights, roaring to energize the crowd, jumping, sweating, playing our hearts out. One of the volunteers came to the stage to let us know that we needed to take a break to allow for some announcements. We played one more song and walked off stage. I was holding my acoustic guitar as we walked off, re-tuning for different song later in the set-list.
Drenched in sweat, shaking from nerves and adrenaline, we milled around seething from the energy of the show, waiting to get back up onstage and play.
A woman came up to me and said something that I’ll ever forget.
She grabbed my shoulder to get my attention and says this…
” I just wanted to come by and say thank you. I’m here with my tonight with my 9-year-old son. He doesn’t like anything. I mean nothing. He just doesn’t show an interest in anything, no passion for typical boy stuff. But you guys, when you took that stage and played your songs, he was so excited!! He said to me, These guys rock! This is so cool! So I just wanted to say that tonight was something really special and I’m glad we came.”
And she walked away before I could say anything more than, “Thank you”. I almost broke down in tears right there. That moment where time is swirling and nothing is really in focus but all you can do is concentrate not to cry and just breathe. I will never forget that night because of what that woman said to me, how it made her feel, and more importantly how it made her son feel.
I don’t mean to tote this as some story that shows how important or how much impact Skymonk has. Quite the opposite. What’s important is the connection between human beings and for me, that’s what art is all about.
There are nights, shows, drives, and countless other things that make up what being a musician, an artist, that are such a pain in the ass and you can’t help but question yourself, “Is this the path? Is this what it’s like? Is it worth it? How long can I keep doing this?”
And then like a breath of fresh outdoor air, something like what that woman said to me envelopes you in the feeling that yes, you’ve made a mark, however small and made something special for someone.
This is why I do what I do. Possibility is a powerful force and there is a distinct possibility that young man’s life may change. I know mine did.
Until next time,