THE CLOCK HITS ZERO. THE MUSIC DOESN'T.
Forty days. Forty nights. One final night — an intimate benefit for the Hollow Bone Initiative in a 1,050-cap room. DAY ZERO is the event. "One Last Roach" is the ask inside it.
THE FINAL COUNTDOWN CULMINATES WITH DAY ZERO AT THE ORANGE PEEL.
December 11, 2026 is a proposed target date. No venue hold is signed, no artist is booked, and every name and logo shown here is a pitch illustration — not an endorsement or a confirmed appearance. This site exists so sponsors, artists, venues and press can see the whole idea in one place and tell us whether they want in. Nothing here should be reported as booked.

Special acoustic appearance
A once-only acoustic performance of “The Final Countdown”
Jacoby Shaddix of Papa Roach — an intimate acoustic set
And special guests
40 DAYS. 40 NIGHTS. ONE FINAL NIGHT.
The plant will still grow here.
An intimate benefit for the Hollow Bone Initiative · 100% of net ticket and livestream proceeds benefit the Hollow Bone Initiative
STARTWITHILOVEYOU.COM
Dream bill for pitch purposes. No artist on this board is booked or has agreed to appear.

Mock-up on the actual board · Canton, NC · dusk, southbound traffic
This is what the ask looks like at forty miles an hour. Four names, one date, one room, and a line that does the whole job: the clock hits zero, the music doesn't.
The campaign begins with Willie's face on a billboard in Billy Graham country. It ends with Willie standing onstage in Asheville while the man who wrote "The Final Countdown" brings the clock to zero.
Willie Nelson is the human answer to the opening billboard — Billy's America finally meets Willie's America.
Joey Tempest wrote “The Final Countdown.” In 2026 the song and album celebrate their 40th anniversary. He is the literal clock.
Jacoby Shaddix of Papa Roach is “One Last Roach” — the name that carries the joke and the sermon at once. He is who we're asking to close the last night.
Kenny McCormick IV plays select nights across the run — not all forty. He is the reason the last night means anything; the whole countdown builds to it.
The Hollow Bone Initiative gives the entire night somewhere meaningful to land: healing, sanctuary and Asheville.
Asheville is a town of 95,000 people that behaves like a city of a million when the lights go down. The Orange Peel is the reason. Beastie Boys, Smashing Pumpkins, Bob Dylan, Modest Mouse, half of Bonnaroo on off nights. If you play it well, the room plays back.
Sellable capacity — impossibly intimate for Willie, and expressly set up for benefits and fundraisers.
Named one of the best rooms in America.
Downtown Asheville, walk to everything.
Built as a dance hall. It still moves.
No date is on hold yet and no artist is confirmed. We are stating the target publicly on purpose — a countdown with a secret ending isn't a countdown. If the room or the band says no, night forty still happens on Haywood Road with every local band that spent six weeks covering the song.
An original song and a short welcome. No speeches yet.
Jacoby and his son perform acoustically. This is a father-and-son story, not a Papa Roach greatest-hits show.
One beautiful six-minute film. No long nonprofit presentation. Show exactly what the proceeds make possible.
The room goes dark. The countdown fills the screen. Joey performs a radically stripped-down “The Final Countdown” — voice, piano or acoustic guitar — while the clock approaches zero.
A short set is all this night asks for. His presence is the answer to the billboard.
One communal closing song, subject to the artists' approval. Then: THE GOVERNMENT CAN CHANGE THE DEFINITION. THE PLANT WILL STILL GROW HERE.
A proposed program. Subject to change and to each artist's confirmation.
By the time the actual band walks out, this town will have heard that riff four hundred times, from people it knows by name. That's how a stadium song becomes a neighborhood song.
Cover 'The Final Countdown' however you want. Banjo, choir, harp, screamo, marching band, kazoo quartet — the weirder the better.
Film it anywhere: kitchen, porch, brewery, the top of a mountain. Phone footage is fine, sincerity is mandatory.
One night of the forty gets your version. Forty nights, forty covers, one town slowly losing its mind to the same eight bars.
Three winners open night forty at The Orange Peel. Paid, on the poster, in the documentary.
A link is all we need. No press kit, no manager, no genre requirement.
Submit a coverOpen the last night. Get paid, get filmed, get to say you played the song in the room before the band that wrote it did.
In 1986 you wrote a song about leaving. Forty years later, a mountain town in North Carolina is using it to talk about staying.
Here is the situation, plainly. American law around hemp is changing on a deadline. Thousands of small farms, shops and workers are counting down to a date they didn't choose. Instead of panicking about it, we're spending forty days and forty nights in public — music, farmers, chemists, pastors, nurses, arguments, mountains, one honest question a day.
Every one of those nights opens with your song. Local bands cover it. Kids learn the riff on borrowed guitars. By night thirty-nine the whole town can hum a countdown.
Then there's night forty. The Orange Peel, 1,100 people, the last hour before the deadline. We would like you to walk out and play it for real.
Somebody will book that fortieth-anniversary show somewhere. It will be a good show. This one would be a moment — the only time that song has ever been played to a room that actually spent forty days counting down.
One is a show. This one is a moment.
We are not a festival and not a political party. We're a small company, a record shop, a hemp shop, a nonprofit and a lot of neighbors on Haywood Road. If the answer is yes, we will handle the rest.
With genuine respect and a fully unreasonable amount of hope,
Craig, and forty days of Asheville
Not booked. Not affiliated with Europe or their representation. Stated in the open so nobody has to guess what we're asking for.
Papa Roach is the ask for night forty. We want Jacoby Shaddix at The Orange Peel on December 11 for an event called One Last Roach — the only name that carries the joke and the sermon at the same time. Kenny is the reason the last night means anything; Jacoby is who we're asking to close it.
Jacoby has spent twenty-five years playing to people the wellness industry pretends don't exist — working, loud, loyal, unbothered by what's fashionable. That's exactly who this rule change lands on. Kenny McCormick IV spends the countdown building the room across select nights; on night forty, we're asking Jacoby to walk into it.
Ticketing and final lineup details will be announced at StartWithILoveYou.com. The date is fixed by the law, not by us.
He came to Shope Creek the first time as a retreater. He came back as an artist, and said the sentence that named a whole documentary. Now he is launching a record during the forty nights in Asheville, playing select dates across the run. Everything else on this page is a room. Kenny is what happens inside it.
Proposed — the residency, the album timing, and night forty are still being worked out.
"The first time I came to this space, I was a retreater. This time, I felt like an artist."
Kenny plays select nights across the forty — not every night, and not one slot either. Songs from the album land in different rooms, in different orders, in front of different people.
They Call Me Trinity launches inside the countdown. Three names, one man, a record about who you are allowed to become when nobody is asking you to pick a lane.
He is the emotional spine of The Deer Trail — the retreater who came back an artist. The line the whole documentary turns on is his.
Papa Roach is the ask for the last night. Kenny is the reason the last night means anything — the whole countdown builds to it.
The Lineup We're Working Toward · December 11
Here is the closing night we are working toward: the lead singer of Europe walks out at The Orange Peel and sings "The Final Countdown" — not alone. Jacoby on one side. Kenny on the other. Three generations of frontmen on one chorus, on the last legal night, in a room that has been counting down for forty days.
Europe's frontman. The voice on the record. Forty years later, singing it in the room where the countdown ends.
The ask for the last night. Papa Roach's frontman closing One Last Roach — the band that carried Asheville rooms long before this campaign existed.
The reason the last night means anything. Forty nights of him building to it, standing in the middle of the other two.
If you can help open that door, we would welcome the introduction.
None of this is booked. No agreements, no affiliation, no representation — just the lineup we're openly working toward, said out loud so the right person hears it in time.
Introduce us
Narrated by stone mason and storyteller Jill Haynie. Shot in the forest at Shope Creek, the family land of Stephen and Mary Sedmak ten miles outside Asheville. Kenny McCormick IV is the emotional through line; the land is the living character; Camp Mary is the moment separate stories become a community.
It screens as the campaign's headline film — proceeds going to The Well, the Hollow Bone Initiative's founding fund. Because sometimes the trail does not lead somewhere new. Sometimes it returns you to who you were always meant to become.
Mermans Mosengo and the Playing For Change lineage — music as the thing that moves across borders when nothing else can.
The film that asks believers a harder question than we are asking, and gets a room arguing before the credits.
Not a ticket yet — a line in the record. Names on this wall are how we show a venue, a band and a booking agent that the room is already full.