Year's Endings and New Beginnings

We had such an amazing and sometimes tumultuous 2011, a year that may prove to be (or not to be) our last year as the Michael McClead Band. 2010 came to a close with the knowledge that our lead guitarist Paul McKinney would be leaving the group. Paul was a guitar wizard and we knew, going into 2011, that we would have to find a replacement for a very talented member of our group and that the task would not be easy. We didn’t know that we would end up losing three more members or 60% of our entire lineup. The first surprise of 2011 was that we needed to find a new drummer. Peter could no longer fulfill the schedule that was required. After Peter left we were given the unexpected news that our bassist, Robin Laninga would no longer be participating in the group as she was going to focus her time and effort in raising her (and husband Jack’s) new son J.D. This came as a complete surprise as Robin had been telling us for months that she would come back in early 2011. Jack, her husband, called me on her behalf and left a message saying she would no longer be participating in the group. We were deeply saddened over the departure of both Robin and Peter. These weren’t just band members. These were our friends, our brother and sister in Christ and we had deep rooted relationships with both of them. Robin had been in this band since we began playing live and Peter and I have had a good friendship for over ten years and have been playing together for just as long. Their departure wasn’t just an inconvenience. It deeply pained me.  It was a dark time for our group; but, Scott and I knew that we serve a God who has a plan for us and a God who provides for our needs. Scott and I came to the realization that we were it. It was just he and I: we were all that was left of the band and I had given my heart and soul toward building. On a cold, dreary, snowy night—in my van--we made the commitment to continue onward even if it meant playing acoustic only shows with just the two of us. We re-dedicated ourselves to Christ that night and to the mission we had been called for and we once again placed our group into His hands. Within a couple of days we had our drummer: Dean Jones. Dean was a friend of Scott’s from their Church in the burbs and just a beautiful down-to-earth person. I had met Dean earlier that summer and was instantly attracted to his down-to-earth demeanor and his love for Jesus and music. Scott informed me more about Dean and we knew going into this that Dean came with some baggage. Dean is a diabetic and taking care of his own physical health wasn’t one of his strong suits. He also battled with addiction for most of his life. I wanted him in the group not only for us; but, I thought it would be what Dean needed to get on the right track in his life. I felt like Dean’s heart was in the right place and we all shared a common goal—sharing the Gospel through music. Shortly after Dean arrived, we were able to secure the services of a new lead player: James Kelton. James had never played in a group before and his first several practices were filled with anxiety and shyness. I won’t lie: they were very shaky. I really didn’t know what to make of James at first and wondered whether he could truly replace Paul. One day I encouraged James to be aggressive with his playing and told him exactly where I would like him to play. Since that talk, James has been one of the best musicians I have ever played with. He has proven to be aggressive and just an animal of a guitar player. He really has been a joy to work with and by the way, he isn’t shy. It was all just an act, I think. He is one of the biggest jokers around and talks way too much lol. Shortly after James came into the group, we were blessed with Kevin Smith, who has become the most talented bass player I have ever had the privilege of playing with. Kevin is quick and can play just about anything he’s asked. He is the quintessential rock bassist. After a desolate winter where we nearly lost everyone, we now had our group. Jehovah Jireh. The Lord provides. We played two back to back shows in March, both in Wisconsin, a state that has become our second home. Rock Island Café in Neenah, WI was Dean’s first ever show with us. He had some complications onstage due to his diabetes; but, overall he played very well and I was proud of how we had quickly come together to be a tight group. We also played that day with an awesome group called Isaiah 42:10: more on them later. The very next day we played in Sheboygan at the Upper Room, one of my favorite places to play. The Upper Room is run by Mary Pfister, an older lady who is as tough as they come. She sets up everything and does almost all the work by herself. She runs sound, the cash register, the coffee and sets up the chairs. She has such an amazing love for Christ and seeing that is infectious. Mary opens the door to the entire community. Whereas a lot of Churches seem opened only to the more elite members of the community, The Upper Room attracts all of God’s children, whether they have a 401K account or not, whether they have a home or not, whether they have it all figured out or not and those are the best people in the world to fellowship with. I love the people at the Upper Room. Unfortunately, I was sick as a dog for the Upper Room show. I had caught the flu bug the night before and could hardly keep my focus. I had intense stomach pains throughout the entire show; but, it turned out to be one of my better vocal performances as I was motivated to give Christ my all through the pain. Dean was my road buddy that weekend and could not drive due to complications from diabetes. After the Upper Room show, I had to drive the entire way home with the flu. It was terrible. Once again the band played a good show. Our next show was a local one at a place called Gallery 200 in West Chicago, IL. We played with some great musicians like Gregory Morland and Jason Benefield, who were just a joy to watch and be around. Before the show, I had asked the lady in charge whether we could bring the whole band and plug in or if it should just be Scott and I acoustic. She told me that bands play there all the time. Well, needless to say our band hardly fit in the live area and when we arrived there was no one to run the P.A. system or the sound. We had to do everything and the audience (mostly older, artsy, and definitely not very welcoming to the Christian types) was very unfriendly to louder music. I thought one lady was going to physically attack me. It was a tough show; but, we did what we do and the Gospel was shared with a largely secular audience. Afterwards, James, Kevin, and I hung out at the local McDonalds and shared good fellowship over some good old fashioned Midwestern delicacies. I also bought some kids (who had run out of money) some cookies. I’m always glad when I have the opportunity to do something like that and truthfully, it really added to the evening. Our next show was at Daniel’s Den, my local hometown venue and it was disastrous. Truthfully, I don’t know how you can have a bad show at the Den. The sound, stage, and entire setup are amazing. Matt, the owner, goes out of his way to make the experience one to remember; but, Dean was really lacking in his health. He wasn’t taking care of himself eat all and the tempo to every song was off and incredibly slow. I was so angered afterwards that I debated quitting music altogether: the show was that disastrous and embarrassing. Scott and I talked and it was funny because he had the same feelings I did. We didn’t have another show for nearly a month and we really needed to sit down with Dean. I tried calling Dean and tried texting him---so did Scott; but, we didn’t hear back from him. After about three weeks, we all viewed Dean as someone we couldn’t really depend upon. We decided that we needed to move in another direction. Peter and I still kept in touch and one of his projects was heading down hill which allowed him more time to be with us. Peter and I agreed that this would be a good time for him to come back into the group. Only a few days before our next show, Dean finally made contact. I told him about our decision and he was so angry with me. He was really hurt. I was deeply saddened to make the move; but, it was a move we made for the benefit of the Gospel.  Later Dean ended up in the hospital due to depression; but, when he was there the doctors discovered that he had been abusing prescription drugs and Dean was able to get the help he needed. I’m glad for that. Later Dean admitted that his abuse of the drugs really played a negative role in his time with the band. I felt bad for Deano and really do love the guy. We took the stage of Six Flags like rock n’ roll gospel warriors and it was so hot outside. We were sweat and cotton. We played on the beach too, took our flip flops off and let the sand warm our feet. Summer had officially arrived for us and it was awesome. Peter brought a raw energy to the band that we had sorely missed and things were once again on a roll. We then played Alpine Brat Days in Loves Park, IL where James rode a children's choo choo train ride that the conductors thought he would break. I’m pretty sure he slowed the train down quite a bit. The next show was Scott and I doing a short acoustic set at Turning Point in Cambridge City, IN. I had a terrible sinus infection; but, Scott was sympathetic and as loving as a Christian brother as I have ever known. He drove us the whole way there and the whole way back. All I had to worry about was being ready to sing. The show went really well and the acoustics were such that I don’t think I really even needed a microphone. Levi Monk followed us and was just amazing—what an incredible singer and performer who should be a big star someday. We had such a great time with him, Aaron Milbourn, and all our Indiana Christian brothers and sisters. They were so generous, kind, and loving. They provided us with fellowship that we talked about for weeks. Then we played Anonapalooza, a huge show in Geneva, IL, and really brought the house down with another great full band set. The crowd was really into us. Lighters came out. Hands waved back and forth in the air. People were dancing and Jesus was getting all the glory. Our best show of the year; however, was Critical Mass put on by our good friends in Isaiah 42:10. Critical Mass is in beautiful Portage, WI which looks like God’s favorite painting. The stage and sound set up there is incredible, which shouldn’t surprise. Isaiah 42:10 runs the whole concert and they do everything at such a high level: I love those guys to death as they have become one of my very favorite groups. Isaiah also takes such good care of us and treats us much better than we deserve. We are so blessed to have people like them in our lives. I truly love their drummer Chris Smalley. He and I really hit it off well and I enjoy every second I can get with him. We were on fire for that show and really gave everything we had. Peter and I really made it a point to play well together and we were just enjoying each other’s company again, after that short departure. Shortly thereafter was the Grok show, a live radio interview with Minister Grok. That was a lot of fun and was so overjoyed to read some of the comments afterwards. It’s a blessing to hear that my testimony gave the listeners something to encourage their faith. Things were going really well for our group.Then it hit. We were back at Six Flags Great America: which are always great shows played for tons of people, most of which have never heard the Gospel before. Before the show, Scott announced that he was leaving our group and the news hit me like cannon fire. His wife, Jinette, had been offered a position as a nurse in Mississippi and my best friend (along with Peter), my guitarist, and my right hand man in the band was leaving. We played a great show; but, it was bittersweet and we would never really get our groove back until after Scott left. From that point until November, we were just going through the motions. All I could think about in those months was Scott leaving and the void that would cause us all. See Scott’s not just a normal guy. Scott is a beautiful, vibrant, hope-filled Son of the most high. He has a love, joy, and energy that everyone feeds off of and he is the most hospitable, loving person I have ever had the privilege of calling a friend. He would be deeply missed on so many levels and we all knew that he was irreplaceable. We played a lackluster Daniel’s Den show and then a bigger show called Praizapalooza in DeKalb, IL which proved to be another disappointing show. We were excited to play Praizapalooza. Our bassist, Kevin, flew all the way in from Colorado (and then flew back) just to play this show. Jenny and I were there all day and caught all the groups before us. We were having a great time. We were supposed to have a 40 minute set; but, ended up playing for only 20 minutes. Earlier on in the day, the promoter’s friends had been given 15 minute slots; but, ended up playing for 45 or 50 minutes pushing everything way off schedule. Of course, we were the band that suffered. For the short time we were onstage the crowd was great and they just popped at our melodic brand of Christian hard rock…the energy of the place just went through the roof; but, the show decided to cut us at 20 minutes and then blamed the Church who had lent them the equipment to put on the show. Yes, unfortunately, this kind of thing happens way too much in Christianity and brotherly love gets lost in the shuffle. After the show we broke bread with Scott for the last time as a band. We would play one last show with Scott. RoyalPalooza was put on by Paul Hieser, who is just an awesome brother in Christ and a great musicians and songwriter. All I could think about was Scott---my brother would soon be gone. When we came to a close I would miss him greatly; but, a part of me was relieved that the goodbye part was now over. Scott would leave and we ended up filling the rhythm guitar spot with a young musician named Josh Martinez. Josh is just awesome. He came right in and was quiet as a person; but, aggressive as a player. He added his own style and the guitar spot became Josh’s own unique role. We quickly came together to play an awesome Daniel’s Den show with our friends Isaiah 42:10 who just tore up the stage---all for Jesus. That was so much fun and just an awesome way to give my burdens to the Lord. Isaiah 42:10 knows I am a big fan and they were gracious and kind enough to dedicate a song to me onstage. I was so honored and just touched by the gesture. We closed our 2011 arm in arm in worship of a very big God who has an enormous love for his children. So, as we close 2011 and head into 2012 our group is again faced with some questions: Do we do this again? Are we really needed? Is there a spot for us in this crazy world of Gospel music? Most importantly: what does God want us to do? What does He expect from us? Right now the answer is: we truly do not know; but, we are listening for His voice. 2012 will provide the answers we are seeking.