Long ago and three blocks away, there was a small group of people who wanted to bring light to darkness. Who wanted to warm the winter nights with song. So they started a little club. They thought long and hard about a name until finally the elder of the group- a man we shall call "Bruce" - said "We shall call it 'Stage North'.'"
And thus it was born.
We shall invite many people to join us, the people said.
We shall entertain with minstrels and troubadours. We shall serve wine and provide sustenance and it will be good. It will be a place where all shall come and forget about their troubles, for their troubles were many and the nights were long and the winter was cold.
So they planned and they worked and they invited these many people. Yet lo, the people did not come.
The small group of people drank the wine and ate the food and listened to the music. But they were sad. For where were these people they had worked so hard to entertain?
But they did not give up for they were a northern people and giving up was not their way. They worked harder. Slowly slowly the people began to come.
More people joined them. They kept working. They learned that across their vast and wintry land there were many clubs like theirs. They sought out their wisdom. The wise ones from near and far beseeched them not to give up. "One day you will look out and you will see it and it will be there because you made it and it will be good."
By ones and twos, slowly but surely, the people came. The small group of people moved to a bigger house and again a bigger house. And still the people came. They came for the wine. They came for the warmth. They came for kinship. They came so they wouldn't feel so alone. But most of all, they came for the music.
And it was good.
It was very good.
|Leeroy Stagger performs at Stage North, October 2016|