I was comfortable there. In a world of tight corners haphazardly set up for open mic this was a big stage dedicated to live music, be it seasoned professionals or rank beginners like me. It was home. And in an abrupt move one night they simply closed their doors and told the bartender and waitresses to go home.

I loved Bourbon Jack's North. Close to my house and filled with musicians of all levels it became my home. I learned to embrace a real stage there and learned to play and sing with other musicians there. It was the place that even when I failed, I could not fail. The Host, Ethan Newman, local profound bassist has been a mentor and brother to me and I'm not sure where to go from here. Hopefully he finds a new roost to land because those of us starting out need a rock like him. I need him.

...because for me, it's true. You can never go home again.