two days ago marked the 2nd anniversary of a close friend's death, someone i'd known for 10+ years.
he had a few different 'groups' of friends. they all sort of spilled over. one particular guy was a newcomer who happened to worship him on an artistic level.
another clique were musical collaborators he'd known since high school. one is okay, the other is a complete douchebag.
after he died, all three of these people worked together to put on a tribute show, to put together a bank account that would accept donations to fund the release of demos (that i'm not even sure he would have wanted released) on CD, and put up a website and messageboard devoted to him (that i know he would have been mortified over).
i was asked to participate in this stuff, marginally. twinges of something like jealousy crept in, although i don't even know if that's the right word, and i tried not to let it bother me too much. another longtime friend of his was fairly disgusted by the whole thing, and also with the glorification of a guy who was very flawed.
that friend is in japan now, and i can't discuss this with him, so it becomes a post on a messageboard.
tomorrow night the douchebag is coming into town from TN and proposing a get together, the text of which is right here:
On Friday, August 13 there will be an informal gathering to celebrate the
life and work of James KXXX at the PXXXXXXX, 164 JXXXXX St. (at
DXXXX St. 1 block SXXXh of the corner of MXXXX and LXXX), Albany, NY (518)
465-XXXX. Starting at around 9pm. Hosted by Jason MXXXX, MXXXXXt
and AXXXXX. And by hosts, I mean we'll be there. To be updated, or to
contribute, email:
it's finally eating me up. anyone see my point? am i ridiculous? no?
he had a few different 'groups' of friends. they all sort of spilled over. one particular guy was a newcomer who happened to worship him on an artistic level.
another clique were musical collaborators he'd known since high school. one is okay, the other is a complete douchebag.
after he died, all three of these people worked together to put on a tribute show, to put together a bank account that would accept donations to fund the release of demos (that i'm not even sure he would have wanted released) on CD, and put up a website and messageboard devoted to him (that i know he would have been mortified over).
i was asked to participate in this stuff, marginally. twinges of something like jealousy crept in, although i don't even know if that's the right word, and i tried not to let it bother me too much. another longtime friend of his was fairly disgusted by the whole thing, and also with the glorification of a guy who was very flawed.
that friend is in japan now, and i can't discuss this with him, so it becomes a post on a messageboard.
tomorrow night the douchebag is coming into town from TN and proposing a get together, the text of which is right here:
On Friday, August 13 there will be an informal gathering to celebrate the
life and work of James KXXX at the PXXXXXXX, 164 JXXXXX St. (at
DXXXX St. 1 block SXXXh of the corner of MXXXX and LXXX), Albany, NY (518)
465-XXXX. Starting at around 9pm. Hosted by Jason MXXXX, MXXXXXt
and AXXXXX. And by hosts, I mean we'll be there. To be updated, or to
contribute, email:
it's finally eating me up. anyone see my point? am i ridiculous? no?