Wild Yaks breaking up, playing their last show tonight

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We beat our hearts like ocean waves and still the ocean comes

Last Wild Yaks show ever tomorrow night at Cameo on North 6th between Wythe and Berry, in the back of the old Anytime space.

With Zack Davis back on the bandstand with us. (In case you hadn't noticed that these last couple shows. Did you come to the church basement show this past Friday night? That was a special night I think. Thank you, Alicia.)

We're playing tomorrow night with Imaginary Friends. Do you know them? Wow, ain't nobody like Imaginary Friends and I hear that Ruell is moving away at the end of the summer. May not be many more chances to check them out. They're awesome.

We're also playing with Jean Eric from New Orleans. Did I ever tell you how much I love New Orleans? Well these are folks that we met when we were down there on tour and they are crazy, awesome, spirited people and to spend a night with them, to listen to their music, to hear their crazy, musical, drawls, to watch them drink and drink and actually die for five minutes and dance and dance and rap at the wall, you may consider that time spent with these people as a cultural exchange of the highest order.

Of course you don't believe me that this is the last Wild Yaks show ever. You think I'm your raving uncle? Like you have company over and I'm just talking and talking in the backyard and your guests are like, what's all that racket? And you're like, that's just my raving uncle.
Of course you don't believe me that this is the last Wild Yaks show ever. You think I'm your raving uncle? Like you have company over and I'm just talking and talking in the backyard and your guests are like, what's all that racket? And you're like, that's just my raving uncle.

Of course I am not done playing music. As long as this pervasive heart ache continues, as long as love threatens to squeeze my little heart to lovely death I will have no choice but to go on singing this joyous, lonesome lament.

I'll sing to a rock. To a tree. Haven't you seen me do it?

Of course I am not finished playing music with Martin and Dan. Do you know those beautiful men? Am I not the luckiest man that ever lived? I got to ride the white horse long into the night with world class, beautiful tragic fools.

I've been fighting so long. Believing that some gesture, some approach to beauty, could somehow make up for the all those times in my life that I felt like a loser. All those times I felt like I deserved more. Deserved better. But I have given up that war.

We cannot save the past!

I have laid down all my curses. Put them in the earth to wait for time to mellow their poison.

I will be at the beach, The Rockaways, most of the rest of the summer. Dreaming of writing a play and getting Mike Caputo to help me build a castle out of wood and cardboard. Getting Bonnie Pipkin to help me make it come true.

Come hang out. Let's go swimming. Do you play chess? We can sit on the beach and play and talk about what music we might all make in the fall. When the leaves start to turn again.

Always, your friend, Robert Bryn

(And, to prove myself right, if we ever do get back together we will either be called, Beautiful Angels (Wild Yaks) or, Wild Yaks II (Little Mice). Hah)