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Strowlers 31 Years On
Sep. 10th, 2023 06:44 pmI was in the hotel room, I sent a text saying I had arrived, I got one back saying I am on the way.
There is a knock on the door that I had been staring at for 17 hours (Scotty code). I open it and there is a vision of beauty standing there.
We were meeting at Strowler Fest in St Louis. So many musicians who had such an influence on us. So many of them had become, or were soon to become our friends.
We both went into the weekend thinking this will be nice, it probably won't last but it will be fun while it does.
We talked endlessly. Went places you don't tend to on that first weekend. But we both wanted the other to know where we were, what damage had been done in the past, what joys had happened. We both wanted the truth laid out. We both wanted the other to know what sort of trouble they were getting themselves into.
We both came out of the weekend a bit scared but knowing that this was it. It was just a matter of logistics now. We knew this, but neither quite wanted to admit it to ourselves.
We went to bed last night like we did then. Her curled up on my shoulder, and one or the other of us babbling about something (usually me). We keep those moments going. There were too many times in each of our pasts when the conversation stopped, and eventually the rest did too.
It's the thing that keeps us strong, we are always in each other's head. We're always in communication. Being in love takes maintenance. We both love that. We'll be pretty quiet for days, and then make each other laugh hysterically, wonderfully.
13 years later, yeah, it lasted, and will last. I love you my fabulous Lizzie Crowe.
There is a knock on the door that I had been staring at for 17 hours (Scotty code). I open it and there is a vision of beauty standing there.
We were meeting at Strowler Fest in St Louis. So many musicians who had such an influence on us. So many of them had become, or were soon to become our friends.
We both went into the weekend thinking this will be nice, it probably won't last but it will be fun while it does.
We talked endlessly. Went places you don't tend to on that first weekend. But we both wanted the other to know where we were, what damage had been done in the past, what joys had happened. We both wanted the truth laid out. We both wanted the other to know what sort of trouble they were getting themselves into.
We both came out of the weekend a bit scared but knowing that this was it. It was just a matter of logistics now. We knew this, but neither quite wanted to admit it to ourselves.
We went to bed last night like we did then. Her curled up on my shoulder, and one or the other of us babbling about something (usually me). We keep those moments going. There were too many times in each of our pasts when the conversation stopped, and eventually the rest did too.
It's the thing that keeps us strong, we are always in each other's head. We're always in communication. Being in love takes maintenance. We both love that. We'll be pretty quiet for days, and then make each other laugh hysterically, wonderfully.
13 years later, yeah, it lasted, and will last. I love you my fabulous Lizzie Crowe.
