First and foremost, I’d like to introduce you to our new bass player, Nate Thomsen. We’re thrilled to have him aboard.  His musical instincts and creativity are going to be a big part of the future of King Fish Crow.  It’s been quite a smooth transition over the past month.

Our man, Shane, has decided to pursue other avenues. We can’t say how grateful we are to call him a friend and to have been able to share the stage and the creative process with him on bass.  We wish him the best of luck.

For Nate’s inaugural show, we figured we’d head down to Falconer Vineyards in Red Wing and play three hours of music.   He’s learning every original song we have and a handful of covers.  So come on down to Red Wing this Saturday and welcome Nate to the band.

We’re looking forward to setting up on the deck at falconer Vineyards and taking full advantage of the natural setting. I hear it’s beautiful and the wine and pizza are phenomenal as well.  Pack the car, bring the whole family and get ready for a foot stomping fun time.

As a final note, I have a story to tell. I was driving to the Bunker for rehearsal along my usual route when I was caught in some traffic along Cleveland, north of Como Avenue.  I saw flashing lights ahead and as I slowly approached, I saw a bus pulled over to the side of the road with the appearance of an emergency stop and not one of its many scheduled pick ups.  The flashing lights were from an ambulance and as I approached the scene, I thought maybe someone trying to cross the road had been hit by the bus.  When I passed the bus, I gawked a bit, glancing to see if there was blood in the road.  There was none.  I drove on and we had rehearsal.  I had no idea what happened.  A few days later, I was listening to local AM radio when I heard a story about a bus that had to make an emergency stop on Cleveland and Carter a few days earlier.  I turned the radio up and I heard a story about how a woman riding the bus had gone into labor and a man on the bus, not a doctor, had helped her deliver the baby right there on South bound public transportation.  The bus pulled over and an ambulance arrived to bring the mother and newborn to the hospital.  It made me think that I should expect life more than I expect death.  Too often I expect the worst.  And I should not.  Expect life.  Tell the stories.  And have a wonderful week.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”      – Norman Cousins