Today is the tenth anniversary of our debut record.
Legacy was a labour of love. A lot of blood, sweat and tears, literally, was poured into the album. And, I’m proud of what it has brought into my life and the lives of others. It’s been a journey; from its conception to where we are today.
It’s not been easy. Changing the mindset of a society is difficult. And, to think on it, I didn’t initially set out to change things. My ideas weren’t so grandiose back when I was younger. I was fed up with the status quo. But, all I wanted was to bring a sense of joy back into my home.
Music. Music is life’s blood. Cliché, maybe? But, something I believe holds true.
A lot of people didn’t think that forty years ago…
It’s a strain, trying to get people to see where we went wrong with the laws and mores. I’m seeing a shrink, that’s how bad it can get some days.
The good doctor said I should write everything down. A bit cliché, if you ask me. I’ve read memoirs before. Always so, dry, factual. Not worth for anything but some dusty museum. Though even those places are becoming extinct.
I’m not much of a writer. Sure, I’ve written reports. Signed off on more than I care to remember. I’m more an actions type of man. Rather be doing than writing.
No, that kid, Robbie Douglas. He’d have been the better choice. Always scribbling away in a notebook whenever he got the chance. I may still have them. His notebooks. Lachlan gave them to me for safekeeping. That whole family…are almost my own.
But, I’m getting ahead of myself. A story isn’t any good from the end. Knowing only the ending doesn’t explain anything. I learned that just by living in Valoren City.
The walled city. Valoren city of my father and my father’s father before that. Not sure how many generations of McTavish’s served in this city. Since the War of Words most definitely. That long ago event that no one really remembers but caused a lot of unnecessary heartache in my day.
I’ll be the last, though.
The Creed’s being dismantled. Gordon said that a regular police force is what the city needs. One that actually holds justice of high import and not just the enforcing of rules. I’m content with that idea. Means I can relax. Just keep an eye on the kids.
Hah. Danny McTavish. Babysitter. Well, Granddaddy. My daughter just had twins. Boys. Robert and Phil. She named them in remembrance of the two toughest people we’ve ever known. This is as much their story as it is mine.
I guess, I should really start from the beginning then. Since I espoused that endings didn’t explain anything. Not without beginnings.
Everyone has a beginning to their story. And, I don’t mean their birth. Though that’s an important date.
My beginning was an auspicious day. Or it should’ve been.
Two things happened to change that, and you could say that society has improved a lot since then.