Flooded with pride

The new studio is complete.  Now that our most recent disaster is behind us, I’ll fill you in.

I haven’t brought up everything that happened because it was so awfully devastating.  It was the kind of thing that we just had to close our eyes, hold our breath and get through without thinking too much for fear that the reality of it hitting us would be crippling.  The studio is our livelihood, so losing the space and almost everything inside of it was a big blow.  Valuable equipment, sentimental objects, furniture, and the walls that Ace built himself have been totally destroyed.  And with it all we lost time, money, sleep and energy.

We started looking for a new space as soon as we got home from tour.  Since Ace needed to record right away, we couldn’t take our time finding the perfect location.  After almost locking in a commitment to one of our four surprisingly good options, a fifth choice came into the picture.  It was through talking to Ace’s uncle (who had generously allowed him to build the first studio under his video store) that we found a dream space on our town’s main street complete with an old freight elevator and charming antique co-op market below.  The place is so great that I’m going to go as far as to say that our luck has evened out since the flood.

Actually, I think we’re sitting on the more desirable end of the luck meter if you include how Ace pulled off the building part of the whole thing.  My hubby is pretty much an exhausted wreck from turning a big open 1200 square foot space into four rooms, a hallway and a separate lounge in two week’s time, but the thrill of how amazing it sounds and looks is keeping him going.  He and Kyle seriously pulled it off.

I wish I could’ve been there to help more than the few hours here and there that either my mom or aunt watched the boy, but I did what I could by bringing food, coffee and Artie to brighten their days.  I miss being able to stick by Ace’s side all day long at times like these and I also feel really guilty for being able to play all day and go to sleep at a normal time while he’s working so ridiculously hard.

Everyone says that being a mom is a full time job and it’s definitely true, but the fact is that I’m playing with this little punk…

Born Punk tank

and it’s not work, it’s fun!

and my hubby?

the live room of the beautiful new studio

Well, in a way…he’s playing too.  But these days it’s more like a little country than a little punk.  Seriously, when I get in the car after he’s taken it somewhere without me…country radio station greets me every single time.  I love him for it.  And for working so hard.  Because the work he did on the studio wasn’t exactly fun.  Even though it’s a great job and a great life…he works really, really hard.  Harder than anyone I know, and he does it for us.  I’m so proud of him.

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