I had many feelings arise as I read this - I pondered the frailty and preciousness of time and how great the love between parent and child can be. Very touching, thank you for sharing.
OMG such a sweet and moving tribute to both your father and music! And can I also mention that: one, you own an Estonia 190 grand? That's just so dope in and of itself. I can only image how much your father cared for the sound of the music, and your development as a musician, by the choice of this special instrument.
Two, love the mentioning of Red Dog Saloon! That was a fun joint in Juneau! Did they already have the bar sign "if you have standards, then lower your standards" (or something along those lines) back then?
I do not recall that sign, but we were enjoying several rounds of shots playfully called "duck farts" while enjoying the house performer at the time. After some liquid courage we negotiated a sit-in performance or two. Thanks for the comment, Helen!
Awww. Thanks for reading and your tears, Yehudis. Many tears were shed during the writing of this piece, despite the passage of time. Grief really does move in waves. I was taken aback at how cathartic this piece was.
Thanks so much, Oscar. It's strange really, how I feel a sort of meta-grief, grieving the loss and fading of memories. Even though the details are losing their lustre, the feeling persists.
That meta-grief is very interesting, had never thought about that but makes complete sense. And I think what you're doing, putting the feelings into words, is the best remedy for it
Awesome piece, Tai. So intimate and beautiful and well-written. And such a precious memory.
Thanks for your comment and consideration in the earlier stages of this piece, Silvio!
I had many feelings arise as I read this - I pondered the frailty and preciousness of time and how great the love between parent and child can be. Very touching, thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading and sharing your observations, Claire.
OMG such a sweet and moving tribute to both your father and music! And can I also mention that: one, you own an Estonia 190 grand? That's just so dope in and of itself. I can only image how much your father cared for the sound of the music, and your development as a musician, by the choice of this special instrument.
Two, love the mentioning of Red Dog Saloon! That was a fun joint in Juneau! Did they already have the bar sign "if you have standards, then lower your standards" (or something along those lines) back then?
I do not recall that sign, but we were enjoying several rounds of shots playfully called "duck farts" while enjoying the house performer at the time. After some liquid courage we negotiated a sit-in performance or two. Thanks for the comment, Helen!
Very touching. Your dad sounds like a beautiful man.
He really was. Thanks, Rick.
It’s Friday night and I thought I’d take a few minutes and catch up on my friends’ writings. I didn’t know you’d make me cry.
You’ve got a gift for feeling life.
Awww. Thanks for reading and your tears, Yehudis. Many tears were shed during the writing of this piece, despite the passage of time. Grief really does move in waves. I was taken aback at how cathartic this piece was.
The most beautiful piece I've read from you Tai. So moving, intimate, profound.
We're all graced by you committing these precious memories to words.
Thanks so much, Oscar. It's strange really, how I feel a sort of meta-grief, grieving the loss and fading of memories. Even though the details are losing their lustre, the feeling persists.
That meta-grief is very interesting, had never thought about that but makes complete sense. And I think what you're doing, putting the feelings into words, is the best remedy for it