TBT

I had just moved to New York City.  I had been crashing in Brooklyn, specifically, Kings Highway, at my brother's until I found a place.  I had just moved to the East Village.  The world was ahead of me. And then I was in Tompkins Square Park sitting.  And it was around this time of year.  And I had just gotten the news.  The news that one of my best friends had passed away from high school.  He had been sick.  He had already missed most of college with his sickness and I had visited him and spent time with him in the hospital.  Still writing songs.  Still playing the guitar.  Still creating.  That's how I remember him now.  A creator.  A magical light of music and hair and adventure.  And I sat in the park alone.  Thinking about him.  And all the years we spent together growing up.  And everything we experienced together.  And all the music and the records he turned me on to.  The Doors.  The Rolling Stones.  U2.  Pixies.  I couldn't believe he was gone.  So young.  So soon. Before life had set in.  It reminds me of a song I wrote that we performed together in high school with 2 of my other best friends.  It goes like this:

"Sadness in the sky
All my thoughts a fly
A feeling I can't describe
So won't you abide"

I'm looking up to the stars tonight and thinking about you my friend.