Monkeyhaus turned one today, I raise a glass. I feel so lucky to have stumbled upon this thing–I suppose I owe a great deal to little Leo, for kicking me out of my own livingroom and forcing me to finish a listening room project started eight years ago. The room was built as a tool, and as a shelter from the bombast that the factory will often hurl.
The first Monkeyhaus event formed fairly organically, friends gathering together to listen to music. A fairly neutral territory, big enough for everyone. Yet professional or just important enough to warrant repeat visits and special occasion whisky, cigars, LPs, even master tapes. Open doors and friendly, but also a sense of truly belonging, membership, family.
If not for the great group of people that have formed around Monkeyhaus it would be nothing. I had an idea but also my doubts. When I planted the Monkeyhaus bulb I really didn’t know if anything lasting would come up. What was just an office is now indescribable. It has a stillness that nourishes me when I feel overwhelmed:
And yet it can be outrageous and ecstatic:
I can’t thank my Monkeyhaus family enough for this gift, Michael, Stephen, Jonathan, Andrew, Anthony, and everyone else, I raise my glass to you when I drink to Monkeyhaus, cheers!