Well, when you love as many bands as I do, the inevitable will happen. They will break up or retire. At least one will. Probably more if you want to be statistically correct. Regardless, if it is a band you love, just found, or followed, chances are, it hurts. Bad. Well, the ever handy five stages of grief are here to lend you a hand.
Not just a river in Egypt. Denial is a wonderful little state for a while. “They’ll be playing again on Tuesday” you say. “There’s another album in the works.” Or even “This is just a bump in the road.” That, my friend, is denial. A good breakup will leave hope for reunions but you really shouldn’t get that confused with just plain denial.
“How could you do this to me?” is the next great thought. How could a band destroy all that they have worked for? What about the fans? Where can they turn? This stage includes burning of albums and t-shirts, etc.
Usually the stage where a crazed fan writes a passionate note begging the band to get back because they “changed my life.” Well, regardless of if they really did or not, if the band broke up badly, you probably won’t see this work. Sometimes reunions do happen, usually with substantial money involved (see THE POLICE) but most of the time, it’s just not worth playing more than one gig for the smaller bands.
The sad playlists come out and so do the drinks. You cry your eyes out and sob over pictures and posters. Soon you’ll be warbling “Everybody Hurts” to the dog you haven’t fed in two days while laying on the couch.
You finally realize that this is probably the best thing for the band to do. There’s not much, if anything, you can do to change what has happened. If the relationship was good, then the breakup will leave the members more time to do what they want. If the breakup was bad, well, at least it’s all over now right?
So, in honor of my beloved Television Buzz and The Brothers Gore, I salute you. Happy Trails.