Six weeks ago my father, Forrest, passed away. Those of you who know me will already know that we were very close. This last month and a half has been devastating.
Among other things, my dad was a very experienced drummer, having made a living playing music six-nights-per-week for many years starting in the early 1960s. When I was growing up I got to sing with his bands from time to time. I first performed at a bar when I was about 8. A few days later I took some pictures of this event to school–very proud of this accomplishment–and my parents promptly received a call from the principal; some of the teachers were concerned that my parents had me “working” in taverns. Ha! Little did they know I’d still be working in taverns three decades later….
I am so grateful that, as an adult, I got the opportunity to play in a band with my dad. We performed a few times a year as “The Two Forrest Trio.” Here is a picture of us from, I think, 2018 or so at Lincoln Station in Lone Tree, CO. I am also grateful that we got to play together with our bassist friend Tim just a week before my dad died.
We had a great run. I love you dad.
Anyhow, for those of you who hadn’t already heard, that is why I have not been playing out for awhile. I am starting to make some calls again and get some things set up for the next couple of months. Music has the ability to heal, and playing music certainly helps me with that.
I am looking forward to playing again. Hope to see some of you soon.