I went to see our artist, Sky Montique, at the Jazz Cafe on Sunday night. It was as it always is, a standing crowd with tables and chairs further back. It wasn't packed as I remember it on Saturday nights, but it was full enough for me to give up trying to get a drink at the bar.
It was my first night there since our friend Nathan Heathman died. It just wasn't the same, no Nathan Heathman, no Gary Gillespie or any of the others.
Sky's performance was uplifting, but the sadness of a departed friend remains.
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