This Is It. We packed up our bags and we’re leaving.
March 23, 2012 has come and gone, and with it so has The Wheat Pool. We decided back in late fall of 2011 that we were going to stop, and we have to admit that now that it is here it isn’t any easier, but we know it is the right decision.
We have always wanted to be a great band. We all hold music so deep in our souls, it has molded and shaped us. The bands we cut our teeth on remain as the ghosts in our own songwriting and playing. All we wanted to do was create something significant, the way it was created for us. So we feel we were successful, because so many of you have showed us in incredible ways and words that our music touched you, became part of your history, the fabric of your life. Thats all the reward we need.
Thank you is never going to be enough. We owe so much to so many, especially our closest family and friends, who have unselfishly given us every green light to chase a rainbow. We love you all for it more than you know.
Our fans have been incredible. Some of you came to every show for the first few years, every last one. Incredible. Some of you have flown across the continent to see us play. I don’t know if you can understand how humbling it is to play for you when you have made such an effort. We are just four guys from Alberta trying be as sincere as possible. You have made it so much more than us. We feel that The Wheat Pool was the sum of the parts, four guys plus all of you.
The industry can really suck sometimes. Still so much attention on buzz and hits etc. Its overwhelming and heart-breaking. Yet many of you provided rays of light and we are grateful. Our publicist Ken Beattie at Killbeat was a beacon. Incredible man who worked for us and loved us, and we owe you Ken. Some Edmonton guys took chances on us early, Derpack and Oliver, even Brock and the Waynefest folks. You annoyed the hell out of the agencies by trying to get us on all the shows, and we love you for it. Some of you in college and campus radio have always been there, and the local press – Sandra and Eden and the writers – you have been so kind.
We are going to miss the things you never saw that made us a band. Keg suppers, taking the time to drive the scenic route in every province in this great country, drinking til closing time with whoever stayed to see our show, driving in the country together to listen to our new record for the first time, staying at the super8 on Spadina, and about a thousand inside jokes we can never explain.
So this is it. Thank you friends. Go find a favourite band and love the crap out of them. Most of all, go watch live bands play, every time they come through town. Their life and dreams depend on just a handful of you showing some love. We will continue as four men to support and love the music scene as we go forward.
All the best,
Mike, Robb, Stephane, and Glen