While I could make every effort to attempt to review Haste the Day's final show, I can't bring myself to find words fitting enough to describe the experience. Call it a cop out, call it what you will, but in honor of the sentimental value it holds for me, I will keep it as it is: A memory that will always remain with me, until my final day on this earth. Scour the deep bowels of youtube, or google your way to reviews if it interests you, but in no way do I mean to be selfish when I say that the experience was only meant to be seen as it was in person. To write about it, and you can trust that I've tried, almost seems a “travesty”. (pun intentional) 
   Overall, the bands performance has proved to me that those surreal moments that we dream of never coming true, (this trip to Indianapolis, Indiana almost didn’t happen) can happen. There is something of great importance I have walked away from this with, and it’s knowing that I have seen my favorite band on it’s way out, and being there for that means more than the world.
   One of the greatest gifts of all, (courtesy of Doug Mcschooler at Indystar.com) is the experience captured in full effect. (pictured above is, from left to right, my girlfriend, myself, and a pretty damn cool guy who sadly had his head turned, who knew HTD’s manager, Mark Lafay, who is also a pretty awesome guy; link to follow in a separate posting)   
   My deep thanks to Stephen Keech, for remembering me. To Dave Krysl, Scotty Whelan, and Giuseppe Capolupo for carrying this band through its final year(s). To Jimmy Ryan, Brennan Chaulk, Devin Chaulk, and Jason Barnes for creating a band that will always have a long and lasting profound effect on my life. And last, but DEFINITELY NOT LEAST, to Mike Murphy for everything mentioned above, but also for every kind word you granted me, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
   Well, now it’s on to other things. Haste the Day will always be a band that will live within me and drive me to become something more than just another person wandering in the world. They have helped me define my purpose, and while I’m sure to find more in life that will guide me down a clear and good path, Haste the Day has provided me a permanent source of reprieve and rescue. Even though they’re gone, I’ve found that through their memory still living in my mind, I can still have my favorite band. 
   “Haste the Day is dead. Long live Haste the Day”.

   While I could make every effort to attempt to review Haste the Day's final show, I can't bring myself to find words fitting enough to describe the experience. Call it a cop out, call it what you will, but in honor of the sentimental value it holds for me, I will keep it as it is: A memory that will always remain with me, until my final day on this earth. Scour the deep bowels of youtube, or google your way to reviews if it interests you, but in no way do I mean to be selfish when I say that the experience was only meant to be seen as it was in person. To write about it, and you can trust that I've tried, almost seems a “travesty”. (pun intentional)

   Overall, the bands performance has proved to me that those surreal moments that we dream of never coming true, (this trip to Indianapolis, Indiana almost didn’t happen) can happen. There is something of great importance I have walked away from this with, and it’s knowing that I have seen my favorite band on it’s way out, and being there for that means more than the world.

   One of the greatest gifts of all, (courtesy of Doug Mcschooler at Indystar.com) is the experience captured in full effect. (pictured above is, from left to right, my girlfriend, myself, and a pretty damn cool guy who sadly had his head turned, who knew HTD’s manager, Mark Lafay, who is also a pretty awesome guy; link to follow in a separate posting)   

   My deep thanks to Stephen Keech, for remembering me. To Dave Krysl, Scotty Whelan, and Giuseppe Capolupo for carrying this band through its final year(s). To Jimmy Ryan, Brennan Chaulk, Devin Chaulk, and Jason Barnes for creating a band that will always have a long and lasting profound effect on my life. And last, but DEFINITELY NOT LEAST, to Mike Murphy for everything mentioned above, but also for every kind word you granted me, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

   Well, now it’s on to other things. Haste the Day will always be a band that will live within me and drive me to become something more than just another person wandering in the world. They have helped me define my purpose, and while I’m sure to find more in life that will guide me down a clear and good path, Haste the Day has provided me a permanent source of reprieve and rescue. Even though they’re gone, I’ve found that through their memory still living in my mind, I can still have my favorite band. 

   “Haste the Day is dead. Long live Haste the Day”.