Put 'Er In Drive
Dan and I met at the end of October 2012. It was a chilly day, but the sun was shining.
This is when, depending who tells the story, some opinions of the events are interpreted one way or another…
I was walking down Bernard Avenue, in Kelowna BC, headphones glued to my ears, when I could see a busker up at the next street corner. He was completely in the moment, head down, just him and his guitar, Elle (more on her later). I stopped in front of him and asked if he would play me a song, also admitting I had no change to compensate him for the tune. He agreed and played a song, which at the time I had no idea it was an original. When he was done I asked him if he would come to a jam night they had at O’Flannigan’s Irish Pub every Thursday. As I was walking away he said he would try to make it.
I like to think I forgot about meeting that busker on the street, but I didn’t. I didn’t even know his name. At that point I just left it up to the universe and if I saw him again I would at least ask him his name.
I went to O’Flannigan’s on the Thursday night and was sitting with a girlfriend, guitar at my feet when I saw the scruffy ginger busker walk by. I jumped out of my seat and met him at the door. I instantly felt my face flush as I opened the door and he walked in passed me with a grin. I can’t even remember if I said anything to him, in fact, the next thing I remember was being up on stage, singing into the lights. I could make him out in the crowd and he was smiling, watching me up on stage.
The jam night host got up on stage and introduced the next act, the busker, Dan Tait. Dan got up and rocked the whole bar. After a couple songs he announced that the next was his last. He started playing Harvest Moon by Neil Young and instantly my mouth opened and I guess you could say I yelled out “that’s my song’. Mortified once again by my quick thoughtless actions, I tried to cover it up by asking him if I could harmonize while he sang. He nodded and I jumped up and grabbed the other mic. We belted out Harvest Moon with beautiful harmonies and right away I knew he was special.
We never really talked to each other the whole night, just caught glimpses of one gazing at the other. Near the end of the night, a friend was pulling me through the bar and Dan grabbed my arm with a surprised look and asked if he could get my number before I left. Without hesitation I gave him my number.
After many adventures since first meeting, we are starting a new one. I write this first entry in the front seat of our new home, Clementine. She is a 1981 VW Westfalia Camper Van and we are embarking on a musical soul seeking adventure through North America. Filling our ears with prairie tunes, city songs and oceanside jigs. We are leaving our jobs, families and friends behind, and at their requests have started a place for us to tell our stories, share our songs, and keep everyone updated about the trial and tribulations of musicians on the road.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain