It’s been a long time coming. Six years, four years, two years, one year, maybe, depending on the measure you use.
I’ll back up the truck for those who may be new to my blog.
Above are photos of my living room show from last Friday with a singer named Kyle Vincent. Kyle is an independent musician who has a storied history in the business, despite the fact that you probably haven’t heard of him. He has toured with the likes of Rick Springfield, Richard Marx, Night Ranger, Blessid Union of Souls, even Barry Manilow. He’s got stories that include Joe Satriani, Ryan Seacrest and Garry Marshall. And he lives just about two hours north of where I do, right here in New England.
Rather than rewrite my story and how it weaves in with Kyle, let me share a few links:
When I First Saw Kyle (1985): https://myformerlife.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/good-clean-fun/
How I Caught Back Up With Him: (1997): https://myformerlife.wordpress.com/2011/02/19/rolling-in-circles/
First Time I Met Him (1997): https://myformerlife.wordpress.com/2011/02/21/insecurity-in-the-oddest-places/
Catching Up Again (2004): https://myformerlife.wordpress.com/2011/06/03/seeing-kv-again/
Kyle Asks Me To Design His Website (2005): https://myformerlife.wordpress.com/2011/06/20/another-website-gig/
After All of That, Friends (2006): https://myformerlife.wordpress.com/2011/07/05/an-evening-out/
So there’s your six years. It’s been six years since I last saw Kyle perform, at that small club in Hamden, CT in 2006.
It’s been four years since I’ve seen him at all. We realized at some point in our back and forth trying to redesign his website, or maybe we were working on one of the CDs that I helped him design (I did four of them for him: Don’t You Know, Gathering Dust, Where You Are, and C Sides, not to mention a little help on his last, Best Of…So Far and the artwork for his Live DVD….not that you asked….but I am kinda proud of them) that he lives two hours from here, which means we could each drive just one hour and have an in person work session. Which we did several times in 2008. That’s the last time I saw him, four years ago.
Two years ago we talked about redesigning his website for the third time since I started work on it. I had totally redone it in 2005 when I took it over, and then again in 2009 when we did the Where You Are CD. By 2010 the site was already feeling out of date, and we started looking at options for a new look. I put something together that I loved, with Flash and all sorts of bells and whistles. But see, Kyle’s a perfectionist and I get frustrated easily. It’s a bad combination. So after him not liking it as much as I did, we stopped working on it for a while.
Last year, we did the same thing. I again came up with several options that I felt would really fit his needs. He liked it enough to let me fill in the site nearly completely before he realized that he was going to have to live with this. And he couldn’t. So again, we stopped.
Finally, after nearly a year of not only not working on the site, but barely communicating with each other, we reconnected via email last summer and tried again. I put together not one, not two but three full and complete websites that ended up getting nixed. But then finally Kyle suggested one last try. And that one last try ended up being the keeper.
In return for the six, four, two or one years of back and forth, Kyle suggested another living room show in my hometown. This time I decided to go for it in my own home. I invited a bunch of girlfriends and called it our Girls Night In Living Room Show.
It was a blast. Kyle was charming, he was self deprecating, he was just enough sexy. And somehow, it was kind of an amazing event watching someone from My Former Life find a new home in My Current Life. With My Current Friends in My Current Home. They all loved him, and now they kind of get a little bit why I have somehow kept a connection with this guy for over 20 years.
The best part? Watching my twelve year old daughter listen and connect with his music. When he sang the words, “I’m somebody….just not who you wish I were…and that’s OK,” I could see the flash of recognition in her eyes. You know the one. The one that happens when you can pull a song in and relate it to your own life. And when he sang “It’s only you who believes in….yourself,” my own tears fell, watching her, thinking of her and her struggles and hoping she too “will dance again.” I remember being twelve. I remember that feeling of music saving me, pulling me out of the awfulness that was my every day life. I don’t know if Kyle’s music will be that for her, but it was wonderful to share it with her, regardless.
Somehow, taking something that I am excited and passionate about and sharing it with my friends, with my daughter, and seeing them finally get it was so incredibly special. And amazing. Also, inspiring.
And also? Knowing that with those special people in your life, those who you are connected with, who are meant to be a part of your journey somehow….knowing that they will always be there, even if there are six, four, two, one year spans in between their place there? That part?
That was just…everything.