Sometimes you must put the worst behind you and hope for the best. Make lemonade when life closes a window. Open a door when handed a lemon, and all that stuff.

You’d think we’d have learned that valued lesson by now. After all, spending day after day researching info for concert tours, like the solo Bruce Springsteen run kicking off at the end of this month, or the upcoming Robert Plant tour, you’d think we’d learn to take nothing for granted and that anything at anytime may happen. We should be used to abrupt burps in the game plan. We should be used to change.

But when you get right down to it, we’re just like everybody else. We abhor change. Just like everybody else, we wish that everything would just stay the course, that schedules for Avril Lavigne and Brooks & Dunn, once published, would never change, never add new dates, never flip-flop cities, never switch venues. We wish that the entire world would just take a pause for the cause. Take a deep breath and say “Enough, already!”


On the other hand, sometimes you just have to deal with change. Changes in life, changes in underwear, changes in the itineraries for Victor Wooten and The Tommy Castro Band. Yeah, sometimes you have to embrace change, face that challenge and grab that gusto. Yeah, sometimes change is good.

After all, change is what keeps us going. Changes in schedules for bands like Violent Femmes and GWAR keeps us employed, puts food on our tables and Guinness in our glasses. Changes in the itineraries for Yo La Tengo, Skid Row and Judas Priest keeps the mighty tour machine a huffin’ and a puffin’ into the new millennium. Maybe the old saw is right. Change IS good.

However, it’s going to take awhile to get over this latest change, this latest twist in the plot, this latest tear in the social fabric of this thing called life. Sure, we’re flexible enough to withstand changes in the routings for The Smithereens and Michael W. Smith, but we’re not supermen. After all, most of us are only human.

So it’s going to take a few more days before we can acclimate ourselves to the latest change in our lives. Yes, a few more days as well as a few more tequila shooters before we can accept Boone’s death on ABC’s Lost. We’ll see you on Monday. We hope.