Vance’sAcousticPajamaParty #211
Website: www.youtube.com/live/OcolTMEUSb0
When: Monday nite 6/17 7:30pm ET
Where: https://youtube.com/live/OcolTMEUSb0?feature=share
WHO GETS 10%: https://www.massfallenheroes.org/about
Combat Veterans committed to memorializing fellow service members who did not return home. Raising funds, created a first-of-its-kind memorial, developed the Veteran’s Edge program to assist Veterans, and created a network of support and programs for MA Gold Star Families.
Order the CD or pay for this web groovery via:
http://paypal.me/vancevancevance or
https://venmo.com/vancevancevance or
VanceFunder P.O. Box 17, Arlington, MA 02476.
Pay what you like
AND SOME SHOWS:
FRI-SAT 6/14, 6/15 DELTON, MI / BUTTERMILK JAMBOREE - https://circlepinescenter.org/music-festival/#schedule https://www.facebook.com/buttermilkjamboree
SUN 6/16 BEACON, NY / THE TOWNE CRIER - https://townecrier.com/production/vance-gilbert/
SAT 6/23 HUNTINGTON, NY / HUNTINGTON ARTS FESTIVAL - https://www.huntingtonarts.org/programs/summer-arts-festival/ It’s free, it’ll be fun, and i play at like 7pm
Where: https://youtube.com/live/OcolTMEUSb0?feature=share
WHO GETS 10%: https://www.massfallenheroes.org/about
Combat Veterans committed to memorializing fellow service members who did not return home. Raising funds, created a first-of-its-kind memorial, developed the Veteran’s Edge program to assist Veterans, and created a network of support and programs for MA Gold Star Families.
Order the CD or pay for this web groovery via:
http://paypal.me/vancevancevance or
https://venmo.com/vancevancevance or
VanceFunder P.O. Box 17, Arlington, MA 02476.
Pay what you like
AND SOME SHOWS:
FRI-SAT 6/14, 6/15 DELTON, MI / BUTTERMILK JAMBOREE - https://circlepinescenter.org/music-festival/#schedule https://www.facebook.com/buttermilkjamboree
SUN 6/16 BEACON, NY / THE TOWNE CRIER - https://townecrier.com/production/vance-gilbert/
SAT 6/23 HUNTINGTON, NY / HUNTINGTON ARTS FESTIVAL - https://www.huntingtonarts.org/programs/summer-arts-festival/ It’s free, it’ll be fun, and i play at like 7pm
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YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU’VE LEFT WITH WHOM.
It was a funeral for a close friend’s dad. His mom had gotten moved to assisted living, and just in time as she has the beginnings of Alzheimers. As a pair they were lovely people. In his last years it was hard to get him to go out to do anything as his physical and mental states were profoundly crippling, however they did manage to come to a show some 15 years ago. But yeah, it’s been a lot for this friend so, you bet, I made the drive.
As I passed the coffin on the way to the receiving line, I didn’t kneel to pray as such. Rather I touched the cuff of his dress jacket, whispered a quiet "thank you” for his Service, and promised to continue to watch over the 2 adult grandchildren that I know pretty well as trusted neighbor and friend. As the line moved I could repeatedly hear one son to his Mom seated to his left, “Mom, you remember so-and-so, don’t you? They did this that and the other.” Clearly tired, she’d smile and kindly thank people.
As I rounded into view she shouted. “VANCE!!” She leapt out of the chair and gave me a crushing bear hug, then, standing back wide-eyed, looked at me straight in the face and said “Are you still doing the music? Oh my, of course you are - that’s how you make a living!! Me? I’m doing OK, though my memory isn’t what it used to be, so I’m now living in this nice new place where people come and help me, because I have to tell you, my memory isn’t what it used to be...”
I don’t recall what I said back at her. All I know is that this writing isn’t about how unforgettably wondrous I am, but about how much closer to humanity I was brought in that 2 minutes by this kind woman who, after she saw me sing 15 long years ago, sent me the singularly ugliest, now most beautiful throw pillow with poodles on it as a thank you.
It was a funeral for a close friend’s dad. His mom had gotten moved to assisted living, and just in time as she has the beginnings of Alzheimers. As a pair they were lovely people. In his last years it was hard to get him to go out to do anything as his physical and mental states were profoundly crippling, however they did manage to come to a show some 15 years ago. But yeah, it’s been a lot for this friend so, you bet, I made the drive.
As I passed the coffin on the way to the receiving line, I didn’t kneel to pray as such. Rather I touched the cuff of his dress jacket, whispered a quiet "thank you” for his Service, and promised to continue to watch over the 2 adult grandchildren that I know pretty well as trusted neighbor and friend. As the line moved I could repeatedly hear one son to his Mom seated to his left, “Mom, you remember so-and-so, don’t you? They did this that and the other.” Clearly tired, she’d smile and kindly thank people.
As I rounded into view she shouted. “VANCE!!” She leapt out of the chair and gave me a crushing bear hug, then, standing back wide-eyed, looked at me straight in the face and said “Are you still doing the music? Oh my, of course you are - that’s how you make a living!! Me? I’m doing OK, though my memory isn’t what it used to be, so I’m now living in this nice new place where people come and help me, because I have to tell you, my memory isn’t what it used to be...”
I don’t recall what I said back at her. All I know is that this writing isn’t about how unforgettably wondrous I am, but about how much closer to humanity I was brought in that 2 minutes by this kind woman who, after she saw me sing 15 long years ago, sent me the singularly ugliest, now most beautiful throw pillow with poodles on it as a thank you.
