Today one of my dearest musical brothers crossed over... He was my bass player for years and recorded three Cd's with me...
Making music with someone else is a bliss beyond explanation, especially IF you are fortunate to touch a place within the universe where you can "groove" on the same vibration.
Bryan and I began making music years ago. We would rehearse in his basement. He had mostly played Rock n Roll and Country. I took him into jazz and standard classics. He was a fast study and could read my mind. We formed a trio years ago, piano, bass and drums, then it evolved into a quartet. He was a man of few words, but when he did have something to say, my God, he said something. I envied his ability to honestly SAY SOMETHING OF VALUE and MEANING.
Tonight as I lite a candle and opened the Tao Te Ching the book fell open to the 56th verse...
"Those who know do not talk. Those who talk do not know. Keep your mouth closed.
Guard your senses. Temper your sharpness. Simplify your problems. Mask your
Brightness. Be at one with the dust of the earth. This is primal union.
He who has achieved this state is unconcerned with friends and enemies, with good and
and Harm, with honor and disgrace. THIS THEREFORE IS THE HIGHEST
STATE OF MAN."
Bryan lived the above words perfectly and his wife, was a living angel. The woman was his twin soul
mate. She never, ever left his side, except for one night recently when she went to JH and he came to
dinner at my restaurant for a after closing party.
I could write forever about the moments we shared musically. He will forever be with those of us that knew the beauty and joy this man could share.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song... and if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky...
Play and sing your songs... miss you but will soon be where you are...
1 comment:
I've had my candle lit at home since I arrived from work. I pushed through the rest of the day and couldn't really grasp that he's gone when I saw him only such a short time ago. He and Mrs. K are standing in a picture lit in the flame of that candle and I stare at them, smiling out at me. Should I have said goodbye, can I still? I'm trying to remember all the things we said our last meeting at your home and all I can remember is his smile. The personification of a loved and happy man. I will miss him.
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