Grey Sled: News

It is always harder for me to be content where I am than to peer around the corner at what is coming. I have been like this my whole life. When I was little I wondered what I would be like when I was big. When I was younger, I wanted to be older. This doesn’t necessarily imply unhappiness with being a certain way. I’ve simply always seen things in relation to the “bigger picture.” I anticipate the future. I have a curiosity about what things time will bring. For better or worse, I tend to look forward to what may be just ahead. When I think of things, I see them visually. To me, the future is almost tangible.

This can be both a challenge and a blessing.

It’s a challenge because I don’t want to miss any part of the present.

It is a blessing because I see the present as a step to the future.

Thinking the way that I do makes being married something really special. Newlyweds think about the future in all things. We are constantly discussing where we might be living next, what our kids names could be, things we want to do, dreams we have for each other. It is such an exciting time.

I do, however, have to be consciously cautious.

Time will pass as it may. I can’t rush it. I can’t control it. I can’t make anything happen any sooner than it should and that is a good thing.

QUICK SNIPPET

Things have changed a little recently. It’s easy to go from one chapter to the next and not remember to jot down the details. I’ve always loved how a few thoughts about this thing or that thing brings you right back to a particular moment. I don’t want to forget about any of these First-Year moments.

We are transitioning from one job to another right now. It’s funny how funny it is when things work out just right. Why do we ever even worry?

Some words for the first two months:
Sleeping in
Fans
Watching Season 1 of Lost
Discovering Ebay
Working at 1pm (Wife)
Working at 3pm (Husband)
Driving (Wife)
Walking (Husband)
Getting off at 9:00pm (Wife)
Getting off at 10:00pm (Husband)
Picking up
Watching late-night movies
Popcorn & Beer for Dinner
Brushing Teeth
Sleeping in…

Some words for the third month:

Waking up to CD alarm clock (8:30am)
Warm Blankets
Coffee Pot
Packing a Lunch
Dropping off at husband’s new job (9:30am)
Running errands
Cleaning House
Leaving for work (Wife)
Husband finds ride home (6:30pm)
Phone calls to insurance companies, booking gigs, practicing music (Husband)
Driving home from work (9:00pm)
Listening to music during a drive
Greeting at the front door
Hearing of the day’s events
A bite to eat
Watching Lost Season 2
Sleep (12:00am)
Waking up to CD alarm clock (8:30am)…


Don’t want to forget this stuff that is becoming our life together.

Sometimes we do things that mean more to other people than we realize. Sometimes we realize that people are always watching.

A fast food restaurant isn’t a typical place for a spiritual conversion. But who are we to limit God’s power to churches and places of worship?

I can’t think of a time when my husband and I did not bless our food before we ate. It’s become second nature. We went out for lunch to celebrate his birthday on Labor Day. We got our food, sat at what has become “our booth”, crossed ourselves, and continued our conversation which included memories of the week before our wedding, plans for the rest of the day, and the death of the beloved Crocodile Hunter the same day. We were interrupted mid-meal by a young, Hispanic man. He was probably not much older than we were. He had a black back pack slung over his left shoulder.

“I just wanted to say…” he began, as he stood next to us, “That I saw you praying.”

My husband and I exchanged glances. I will admit that a slight sense of fear rushed over me. Where was this going to go? Should I put my guard up? Did I need to get my defenses ready? The man’s brown eyes seemed too sincere to be looking for any kind of a religious debate.

“I haven’t prayed in two years.” He continued. “But now, because I saw you, I’m going to start again.”

Smiles stretched over all our faces.

We thanked him. My husband asked his name.

He looked back at us on his way out and replied, “Steve.”

We told him we would pray for him and he went on his way.

Steve is also the name of the Crocodile Hunter.

And we do pray--for both of them.

Rain was streaming on the windows as we drove back from Syracuse. Memories tend to flow better in those conditions. There was a great deal of happenings in a short period of time. On the 26th of August was our Higher grounds concert. We had such a good time even through some technical difficulties! Theresa was on the djembe and we did a majority of our songs and a few covers (Marley/goo dolls/blink182 medley and hotel california) along with some brand new ones. (Can't put the set list because it is missing at this point in time) We played with the band A Wing and A Prayer again and it was quite a large crowd. The next day was a community worship service and we played a bunch of worship songs and some of our own. The next week was the State fair and we played "Porch Swing." No dice. Wasn't our year. The tricky thing is that the singers compete against the dancers at the state fair. Our dance moves on stage are a work in progress. We were the very first act to be on stage! It was a cool spot but we didn't "fair" well. After that was our Rez Ag concert in Clinton NY. What a place! They have had a lot of indieheaven bands and we were honored to play. We played with a band that was another husband/wife duo. It turned to a very prayerful night. We were without our drummer but it turned out to be perfect the way it was.
set list-
All creatures of our God and King
Holiness
Bright Lights (new one)
What Do You Have To Say
Porch Swing
Ring Around Rosie
Best Part
Samuel's Song
Jeremiah 29 (new one)
In the Secret
Home (new one)
Witness (new one)
imperfect
Sinner's Heart
It was very cool because all was recorded there and they will be airing it on a local station or something! That concert was at the Resurrection Assembly Of God. The had a great sound crew and lights and stage. Check it out if you have the chance. It was a very positive/spiritual experience. Grey Sled has experienced much from this crazy time and grown in ways that will be seen in due time.

Unfortunately, after a blue-ribbon performance at the County Fair, Grey Sled does not advance into the semi-finals at the State Fair in Syracuse. The band is blaming this on technical difficulties (they were the very first performance of the competition!) and the fact that their good friend and fellow competitor (Sarah Baumgarden) took their prized position as only ten of the 35 acts advanced. Maybe next year Grey Sled!

Time has been interesting to this place. There are pictures down stairs of the "olden days" with horse and buggy evolving into old model t cars. We worked on the upstairs half that was unfinished and did much cleaning and fixing. The pesent state of this apartment is no where near what it use to be. We have carpet, electricity, internet, nintendo 64, etc. We moved in after our honeymoon and have enjoy starting from scratch. This place is huge and has tons of possibilities. There is a stage, dance floor, bar room, pool room, cool old banisters, and many other spots. There is a freaky dirt basement with old jars of stuff. Also, there is a third floor that use to be another bar and dance floor. When you climb the ladder up to the roof, it feels like you are in some C.S. Lewis book. This place does let your imagination roam. Sometimes roaming to freely. There are so many noises out of nowhere at any time of the day! We have kept the horror movies at bay for now only watching M. Night Shymalyan movies (which sometimes seem way to scary). We plan on having some local bands come hear to play and hoping there will be an evolving youth group that will take wing. The down stairs has a great "sound" to it and it is great when you just want to sing. The old piano lends some great moments of serenity. This is a cool place.

Derek and Bethany are trying to head to the NY State fair. They are riding on the new song, "Porch Swing." This song got some attention at the county fair from the judges and from someone that travels and books bands for Sean Patrick Mcgraw.

Aug 26th @ 8pm

Grey Sled wiill be performing with Theresa Mayer at Higher Grounds. Look for some new songs on the set.

Grey Sled split time with Country Sunshine t this years St. Rose lawn Fete. Theresa Mayer and young newcomer Nick played drums. Cd sales were very good that day due to a large supply of kids that had their eye open for a sale. Much thanks to Erin, Ariel, John, Doug, Nikko, Lance, Joy, Connor, Aaron and Liz for helping with sales!
Grey Sled also met up with Sarah Baumgarten for some ideas to further Grey Sled in the field of music. Stay Tuned.

Mount Everest, Mount Kilimanjaro, Mount Washington.

I took that same deep breath that the climbers took before the great journey.

You can only pass by a mound that high a couple times before it beckons to you.

With a beer in hand I nodded to fate’s call towards greatness and accomplishment.

Indeed, it was D-day…Dishes Day.

The children would run and scream from this monster pile. It frightened me but it had to be done. I had a couple hours before work and my wife was gone to her work. This was a mans job. Everyone has had a task of dishes like this before; the yard sale pile. Who knows exactly how long this has been lingering in the world in this shape and form.

The air was ripe; it stung as I took a deep breath. I realized it was better not to breathe after a couple breaths. One bad thing that happened was that we put water in some of the dishes that had food in it and this sat for a while. Any chemist would immediately scream and run for a bordering country.

I should have followed the chemists lead. The mother of all bad things waited for me under our skillet pan.

I felt like a child in a small stream that is looking for little loving salamanders under the nice flat rocks. I lifted the pan and I jumped! If I wasn’t afraid of throwing up, I would have opened my mouth and screamed!

The smell lifted and wrapped around my head like a wet fuzzy blanket. The weight of the smell made me look down. Lord have mercy! A bowl from the bowels of hell called for me! In this bowl was many inches of water, rotten scrambled eggs, and six dead flies all floating in this gut wrenching stew!

I gagged violently. Twice.

I nearly cried. My time was running out and I had to think fast. Where could I dispose of this? Not down the sink; it would surely clog. Not the garbage; that would surely reek badly.

Outside! I reached down and grabbed the bowl. Sadly my thumb touched the goo. I fought the gag. I ran out of the kitchen and swung the door open with desperation. I was so close to freedom. I semi-dove to the edge of the porch and dumped the egg slime on the lawn. In the excitement of the dumping I splashed my arm with it. As you can imagine, this was mighty gross. Monster gag told me it was bad. Throw up in my mouth told me it was worse. I closed my eyes and gathered myself, “ It is over, breathe…”
I got up to my shaky feet and went back to the sink. I took a swig of my brew and continued up the mountain.


Epilogue- Without anymore gagging, the man finished the dishes and his beer before his wife came home. Authorities later claimed the bowl of flies, eggs, and water were an act of terrorism. The man and his wife were questioned and later released. The dishes lived happily ever after.

I must say this would be a much better story from my husband’s point of view. I will try my best to do the humor justice and tell you what I saw. What I say is true and this is based on actual events. I was there. I know.

First let’s get the background set for you. We are spending a gorgeous day at the beach. It is very sunny. More importantly, it is very windy. After reading the newspaper, laying out, taking pictures, building a sand wall to block the waves, and enjoying snacks, we began our other–newfound—past time: Playing Frisbee.

He is pretty good at it. I’m better at catching than throwing.

The strong wind and my lack of perfect aim create the possibility for disaster.

Combine the above-mentioned factors with the fact a lone, tattooed man camped next to us and I think you can see where this is going.

All three of us are in place: The wife, the husband, the beach guy.

I’m pretty sure there were seagulls around too but they are irrelevant at this point--at least for this story.

I’m holding the white, plastic Frisbee in my right hand. My husband is about 30 feet away. He is closest to the unaware, half-naked man.

Just as a particularly strong gust of wind swirls, I release the Frisbee. It flies from my innocent hand and performs moves I have only seen done by Olympians. It twirls. It spins. It loops around. I think it even hovered in place for a moment as if deciding where it would like to land. I’m sure it considered its options for maximum damage. Low and behold it chose the space a few feet from our resting neighbor.

Just as the moment seemed to pass as one no different than any other, it began to roll. It was headed straight for the small space between the man’s opened legs. This was probably going to be bad.

My incredibly fast husband made his way toward the rolling monster. He had to stop it. He just had to. What was this guy going to do if the Frisbee wasn’t stopped?

The better question—the one that motivated my husband—was what was this guy going to do when he opened his eyes, after just being hit in the crotch by our flying disc, and saw another man reaching between his legs?

That was all it took. My brilliant husband—all in the moment—began calculating the distance between himself and the Frisbee, the space between the Frisbee and the stranger, and the speeds both he and the Frisbee were capable of.

There was only one option: Retreat!

He knew he had to run the opposite way.

There was no way he was going to be part of this scene.

The Frisbee was all on its own.

Miraculously, the possessed toy stopped its taunting. Just inches from the inner-thigh
of a potentially-dangerous situation, the Frisbee halted. It was face-first on the
ground.

The guy didn’t even stir! He had no idea what was going on around him. He didn’t even hear me roaring with laughter at the sight of my husband first running toward this man and then dashing away.

After a calming moment of collection, my brave man tip-toed back to the war zone
and claimed the trouble maker.

The Frisbee was put away—held captive until the next time.

That was enough excitement for one day.

“I’ll have lunch with you,” he said, “and then I’ll finish mowing the lawn.”
“You don’t have to do it by yourself,” she said, “I love doing stuff like that.”

So begins a warm, Friday afternoon day of yard work.

My husband takes the first try at starting the rickety old, riding mower. His plan was to finish a job he began the day before.

I went out with my “I Love New York” T-shirt and striped shorts. I was hoping to soak up some of the summer sun.

He got it started and moved his way around the side of the huge building.

Watching him on the little thing made me smile. I don’t know why.
He was doing a fantastic job.

After a few laps were finished, he motioned me over the sound of the engine. He wanted to know if I wanted to try. It sounded like fun to me.

I switched spots as the machine idled beneath me. He loudly explained the overall logistics of what did what. This wouldn’t be a problem.

I used my left foot to disengage the clutch and moved a rusty lever into the highest gear. “Is this good?” I yelled out over the noise.

Everything about his lip-movement and shoulder shrug said, “Sure!”

I let go of the clutch and sped through the long grass. I was like a wild woman just released from prison. There was no stopping me. I whooped and hollered. My young married life flashed before me. I had no idea how sensitive the steering wheel would be on such an “old vehicle.” I had no clue how fast those things could go. When I came to a halt, my husband was keeled over in laughter. I was dying too. This was going to be a lot of fun.

In the end the lawn was mowed, no one died, and thanks to digital photography there are wonderful whip-lash moments caught on tape. Lucky for us, the grass keeps growing and the fun never ends.

A few days have gone by since this incident but I thought it was worth recording.

I was in the other room getting ready to make a trip into Buffalo. My sister and her family needed me there for the afternoon.

As I hustled and bustled my way around, my husband used the opportunity to let his abundant supply of creativity flow.

The digital camera was out. I was using it to get some pictures of our little apartment.

When I came into the living room from the bedroom, he walked up to me very proudly. The slight smirk let me know something good was coming.

He handed the camera to me.

“Photographers spend their whole lives trying to get shots like these.” He said a little too seriously.

I took the camera and looked through the just-taken photos.

Our gerbil’s big eyes looked up at me and peered into my soul. She was working the camera. She really was. My husband was right. He really does have a gift.

Way to go, honey.

FIRST DINNER

The first dinner proves to be a surprising success. I ended a conversation on the big, temporary, orange telephone with my mom by saying, “I better go mom. I’m gonna make dinner for my husband.” Her response had something to do with being an “Old, married woman.” That’s right mom, a very happy old married woman.

Dinner began with the first shopping trip a few days ago. I spent $32.48 at a discount super market. Not bad—not bad at all. Coming from a large family, it’s definitely quite a change to buy only two chicken pot pies as opposed to fourteen. It’s also strange to only use a partial bag of the eighty-nine cent salad mix and a mere handful of the boneless, skinless chicken breasts to comfortably feed two newlyweds.

We had a very tasty—even well-displayed—meal of sliced chicken (sprinkled with rosemary and garlic) over a salad combination of lettuce, grated cheese, croutons, and diced hard-boiled eggs.

Complimenting this lovely meal was a bowl of garlic bread (a whole loaf is definitely more than we need!) and two beers. Even the color of the beer bottle (as well as the taste) added to the whole experience.

My husband so wonderfully appreciated it all. He even took a picture of the table. It’s weird to have someone else’s reaction mean so much. It truly could have made or broken the entire meal. He was genuinely pleased and I was so proud. This is only the first of thousands of meals that I, as a wife, will make during our married life. The excitement and nervousness will wear off. I’m sure of it. Fewer questions about whether either of us likes a particular meal will be asked. Less fear regarding impressions, waste, and even taste will come with time. Things that we now discuss every detail of will become second nature.

Until then, I am reveling in the joy of a successful, appreciated, first meal.

The relaxed state I am in has nothing to do with a small, alcoholic consumption.

At least I’m pretty sure it doesn’t.

Oh yeah, by the way…

My new husband is currently downstairs washing the dishes. Just thought I should add that those dynamics are falling right into place as well.

Oh boy. I came around the corner as casually as possibly. The second I was out of sight the red nail polish on my toes streaked across the hard wood floor. I can’t believe I just did that. Oh man, this is a good one. An insane urge to laugh swells within me. My cheeks are red too. I just know it. Shaking my head, I run up the stairs as I try to decide if I should tell someone—anyone. My sleeping husband is still in bed, unaware. I start laughing so hard at the thought of telling him. I know this one is too good to keep to myself. He will savor this as well.

By the time I get to him and slide next to him, tears of laughter are already coming down my cheeks. Poor guy. He has no clue why his insane wife is crying this early in the morning. He stretches his arms and glances at the clock. He’s trying to figure out the situation and doing a great job at not being upset.

“Oh, honey.” I say between laughter and tears. “I’m so embarrassed.”

I bury my head on his chest and go on to tell a story which will forever be a memorable newlywed moment.

“I was in the kitchen. I decided to make us fried egg sandwiches for breakfast,” I began.

“Yeah…?” He was waiting to see where this was going.

“Well, while I was cooking I heard something outside. I thought for sure it was the phone guy we were waiting for. He’s coming this morning, you know? So, I turned off the burner and peered through the window. There was a big truck outside pulled next to the telephone pole. I wiped off my hands, kicked on my flip flops and went to go see if he needed anything. The worker was wearing an orange T-shirt, dirty jeans, and boots. His hat was black with red and white lettering. Looked like the telephone company to me. Everything seemed to check out. I greeted him with my cheeriest ‘Good morning!’ and asked the man if he needed anything from me. ‘Can I get you anything? Do you need to come into the house for anything?’ He gave me a bit of a queer look and checked around us. “No…I’m ok.” He said. “I’m just doin’ a little roadwork.”

He was a road-construction worker! NOT the phone man! Leave it to a new wife to invite strange men into the house while the husband is asleep upstairs. Woops!

I just smiled and said ‘O…kay’.

Then I proceeded into the house and tried not to imagine him re-telling anyone this embarrassing story.

What a great way to start the day.

I’ve been re-arranging things I look at, looking at things I walk around, and walking around things I re-arrange.

It’s a fun little game called moving in.

As I was working, I turned off the stereo because it started pouring outside. I wanted to hear the rain. I’ve never done this before. Not like this. Not in our own place. It’s the kind of moment where you don’t need/want to say/do anything. You just want to be. Wish you were here too.

I opened the side windows with the green trim. They’re growing on me more every day. Everything outside sounds…clean. Rain is so fresh, isn’t it? It even smells good. I guess the candles I am burning in here could have something to do with that too.

I just saw lightning flash from the window down the hall. It’s scary but beautiful.
There goes another one outside too--and another.

That last round of thunder actually made the floor shake. I could feel it under me.

This is a great place.

Rain. Shine. Whatever. Counting the moments and making them count.

It looks like it is going to rain. Great, I just don’t want to roll the windows up. Sure, it is a beautiful day but that isn’t why I am enjoying the windows open. It smells like a dead animal in the car. I realize later what it is after searching every opportunity I had on my trip to pick up my brother.

My wife had left the windows partly open on a rainy day and it got wet in the car. The wet floor mats have begun to get moldy and smelly quite lovely. I shake my head and realize that this is not a problem. We have gotten through so much together and a stinky car isn’t the hardest thing we had to put up with. My wife has to put up with me and the fact that there is no food in the house for her to eat.

I catch my brother up on time that was sitting waiting for him to get back as we drove back to my old house. Nothing has changed but nothing is the same anymore I realize as we talk about the more interesting events of the last week. I have my life beginning to start rolling after so much chaos and the quiet lull at the moment is very disturbingly pleasant.

I look out the window and wondering what will come up next. I am keeping an eye out for my wife in a red truck. I begin to wonder two things: if she will notice the green van in the parking lot and if I should feel guilty while I am eating at burger king with my brother.

At least it was free.

It’s 11:34am and I am sitting on brand new carpet in front of a computer screen with no desk. I have to leave for work in about 45 minutes. My husband has gone to the airport to pick up “our” brother. It’s weird to be here by myself. So much has changed lately. So much is wonderful.

Lunch today consisted of looking into a pretty-much-empty refrigerator. Beer? We have a lot of beer. Bagels? I don’t even know why they’re in the fridge. They’ve probably gone bad anyway. Eggs? Could be a possibility but what would I have with them? I barely started eating them as it is. A lone can of sliced peaches catches my eye. Taste of the West. That’s what the label says. I’m from the West, could be something tasty. Peaches it is.

I grab the cold can and run back upstairs with it to our half of the old hotel. This place is so cool. I can’t believe the way we’ve transformed it. For a young couple, we have done so much together already. Life really can be rewarding. I wouldn’t trade a second of it.

I stand in the center of our living/dining room. I have the peaches. Now what do I with them? Did we get a can opener as a wedding gift? We probably did. I wonder where it could be. I meander over to what will be an incredible music room. For now, it stands in waiting—a symbol of what we have done and what we will still do. In the corner, we have designated a dresser with 2 working drawers. It is suitable for our kitchen supplies until we find ourselves a cupboard. It’s surprisingly organized. On the floor next to our kitchen dresser is an unopened box. I found a kitchen tool set still in the original box. This seems promising. Oh, yes. After pulling out several other will-be-useful-someday-I’m-nearly-positive items my hand grabs a two-in-one bottle opener/can opener. Perfect. Using the bubble wrap it came in as a “plate,” I place the unopened delicacy down and wind away. It’s great how well all of our new things really do work. It’s a good thing we like new things.

So my can is opened and my mission is nearly complete. As I look at the syrupy goodness, my mouth waters. My stomach grumbles a bit. I’m hungry. I know this will be great. But wait—do we have any silverware? Oh yeah, back to the music room for the box of plastic forks, knives, and spoons left from the reception.

Yes, life is new. Even lunch is an adventure. I raise a disposable glass to the future and make a toast to anything that comes.

It happened!! What a crazy time! Whoo hoo! A wedding is an insane thing to get done but hey, we did it! We had a blast! On June 10, 2006 Bethany and Derek got married! There were plenty of mishaps and tons of joy. There is a link for the wedding pictures on this site. Our music has been put to the side as we try to settle our life down a bit and get our apartment totally awesome (which is well on its way!)

Our week before the wedding concert went well. Sharing the stage with us was a gospel group called "A Wing and a Prayer." They were an amazingly nice group of people that played original stuff very well. Our first set was a sitting down set where we had stools up on stage and we played alot of our old stuff. Bethany's "too much thinking" was the first time the song was performed. It is an epic song that she wrote when she lived in Cheektowaga. We decided that we would just do all our own songs for the night. Our second set was upstaged by the surprise visit of Bethany's mom, brother and sister from CA!! Our second set was the upbeat, rocking, standing one! We had a bunch of fun! Everyone was wishing us all the best of luck for the wedding and we smiled and held our breath...one week to go!

One week after the VA road trip Grey Sled was back in action but this time armed with drum guru Theresa Mayer from St. Luke's in Buffalo. This concert, I have to apologize, was not very well publicized and many were fired in light of this. Not a huge crowd by any means but a very fun show! It actually was the most rowdy crowd we ever had. I think it was the tribal drums! More voices joined in with our songs along with shouts of, "I love this one!" The encore that was called for was met with standing and high energy from the crowd. Derek broke three picks in the effort of this concert. This was also the premire of a new song called "What Do You Have to Say to Me." Grey Sled was also offered a deal with MySpace but was turned down because of a lack of A.I. from our computer guru.

Bethany- guitar, harmonica, shaker
Derek- guitar, mandolin
Theresa- djembe
Stephanie- rabid shaker

set list-

Over the fields and C
What Do you Have to Say to Me
Beyond the Butterflies
Send Me On My Way
I'm Alive
Surrender
Best Part
Good Riddance
Gimme Tomorrow
Ring Around Rosie
Breakfast At Tiffany's
Porch Swing
Curtain Call
Like 2 Like U
Send It Down
imPerfect
Wind Blows By

encore-
Lord I Lift Your Name On High/ Happy Song Medley
Ring Around Rosie

Derek and Bethany returned to their old college (where much of their songs came from to play) and christened in the new amazing student center! Pictures from the concert will be posted soon! Grey Sled was accompanied by long time friend and percussionist Nate Asian. This concert was cool because it was all unplugged totally and people had to gather close. There was a $1 reward if you got spit on and had proof. The center was filled up and words for some of Grey Sled's song were being sung by some of the audience! This is a good sign indeed! Along with some of our old songs and present songs, there were a few tastes of new material (Porch Swing, Send It Down, and Bigger Than Me) This was the most fun we ever had at a concert! We got to move and walk and run around at will! This was also the last concert for Derek's djembe drum skin, it begot a tear on trip back to NY!

Bethany- guitar, harmonic, shaker
Derek- guitar, mandolin
Nate- djembe and jumanji

set list-
Over the Fields and C
Surrender
Like 2 Like U
Wind Blows By
Ring Around Rosie
Best Part
Curtain Call
Introverted Girl
Meant For Me (Jewel Cover)
Ironic (Alanis cover)
Bigger Than Me
Send It Down
Porch Swing
imPerfect
Lift Your Name On High (Praise cover)

Encore performance for a select few who missed some of the concert and begged us to play! Everyone huddled around in a tight packed circle.

Wind Blows/Rosie Around/Porch Swing Medley
Send It Down
Bigger Than Me

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