Hello Everyone,

the farewell gig is not going ahead.

Apologies for the long wait in posting this. I’ve taken a couple of weeks because, truthfully, I needed time to sit with it properly.

I really want to thank Rodney’s Bait n Tackle, who mentioned they would have been honoured to host the night. Their kindness and openness genuinely meant a lot.

The band let me know that there was genuine effort and discussion behind the scenes to try and make the gig happen, but in the end, the realities of timing, schedules, rehearsals, and life commitments meant it just wasn’t possible right now.

I won’t hide that receiving the news was quite emotional for me. I realised this was never really just about “one more gig.”

A part of me genuinely believed that if we could all get back into that room one last time, something would settle inside me. That maybe, for one night, we could step back into that feeling again: the movement, the connection, the energy, the friendships, the freedom, and that sense that life was good and somehow everything was going to be alright.

I wanted one more night where all of that could briefly exist again. One more packed dancefloor. One more moment where everyone stepped back into that feeling together.

And I think when I heard it wasn’t happening, what hit me wasn’t only disappointment.

It was the deeper realisation that some chapters of life really are over.

Not because they weren’t important, but because they were.

Sometimes you don’t get the ending you imagined. Sometimes there is no final scene, no last dancefloor, no perfect goodbye that wraps everything up neatly.

Sometimes life simply moves forward while part of you is still looking back at something beautiful that mattered deeply.

The difficult reality of trying to bring something meaningful back together while life has carried everyone in different directions.

A part of me kept wondering whether making more noise, pushing harder, or refusing to let go could somehow change the outcome. And honestly, there’s still a part of me that struggles to fully accept it, because letting go of this also feels like letting go of a part of my life, and a version of myself, that I miss deeply and don’t quite know where to look for anymore. Crazily enough, I think part of me believed I might find her again for one night on that dancefloor.

But then reality quietly settles in: sometimes people genuinely want something too, but life has simply moved in too many directions for it to come back together in the way we imagined and hoped.

When I started this petition, it was genuinely moving to see almost 200 people come together in only a few days. I think that says something really powerful about The Bambusea Rhythm Section and the mark they left on people. There are not many local bands whose music, energy, and spirit create that kind of lasting connection and community feel. 

THANK YOU to EVERYONE who signed, shared the petition, and cared enough to try 💛

And THANK YOU to The Bambusea Rhythm Section for giving so many of us moments that became part of our lives in ways you probably never fully realised.

So maybe this isn’t really the end of something after all.

Maybe it’s just a reminder that some moments, some people, and some music stay with us long after the night is over.

And maybe that’s exactly why the people must dance 💃

xxx Michela