Last week Joel and I gave our 30-day notice to move out of the rehearsal space we’ve rented here in Los Angeles since February. Although undeniably the wisest choice in terms of achieving our goals, there is no way, for now, that it doesn’t hurt.
Over the past 8 months, Joel and I (mostly Joel, honestly) spent hundreds of hours insulating, remodeling, and equipping the room in the hope it would inspire the creation and perfection of an amazing live show. That vision was not to be realized. As events would have it, the space was completely finished only after we’d had our very last rehearsal there. But, alas, bring on the future. I’ve found it comes to me whether I try prevent it’s advance or not. Farewell my beguiling, haunted, ill-fated 236.