Sabrina, Alex and I have been working around the clock since the fire Tuesday morning. While they've been dealing with the insurance company, investigators and lawyers, I've been scrambling to cancel some shows and find homes for others. One of my main concerns has been trying to help some of my bands keep their shows by moving them to other venues. It's been hard, as all of the venues with sound capabilities and capacities similar to us have long been booked out for this month. More meetings throughout this weekend and early next week...we'll see what happens.
Had a long talk with Bri (Sabrina) this morning. We both realized that neither one of us has been able to sleep. We're relieved that we had insurance, and our families are glad we'll be taken care of financially. But for us, that venue had become such a major part of our lives. Sabrina and I spent 80 hours a week for 2 years at desks 10 feet away from each other--joking, working, asking each other's advice on flyer designs, promoting tips, etc. Even during our meal breaks we would talk about bands and music. Dakota wasn't just our career, Dakota was a second home. It was a place we worked, we hung out at, we ate our meals at and everyone that worked there was family.
And now, Bri's desk doesn't exist. It was literally disintegrated in the fire. The wall behind my desk, where I had dozens of autographed event posters and thank-you letters from bands and managers, does not exist anymore. The space where my son, Ja-Ra, would play and nap while I worked does not have a ceiling and is filled with mounds of ash and charred wood. I keep thinking about how he would run through the venue during soundchecks, playing peekaboo with musicians and giving Alex and Brandon high-fives. It's all very surreal. I've wanted a phoenix tattoo for years...I guess it's time to get it.
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