I flew back to Toronto on Friday for the Christmas break. After spending the day at the Alton Mill in my gallery, I headed down to the city for the Skydiggers' annual Christmas show. While it was an awesome show, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, it left me feeling old.

The first reason was as a result of the opening band, Sam Cash. He was great - I really enjoyed his music, and you could see the influence of both the Skydiggers and his father. And that's where the problems start. You see his father is Andrew Cash (a regular songwriter/collaborator for the band) and is uncle is Peter Cash, one of the founding members of the Skydiggers. So I was watching one of my favourite bands, and one of their kids is now old enough to be the opening act. Damn.

The other problem came during their little monologue, when they mentioned that the first of these Christmas shows started in 1992. If my math is correct, that's 20 years. And while I can't completely verify it, I think I've been to about 15 of the shows over the years. It's a bit odd to think about it in that light. Still, the boys put on an awesome show, and there was a great point in the show where Andrew and Sam joined the band for one of their big hits. Loved it.