Seth Edwards
Just found out that an old friend of mine, Seth Edwards, died on August 25 of this year. He was in a car accident a couple of blocks from his house. Him and I were never close, but we were certainly friendly and, in the few social events I would show up at (typically drama-oriented) we inevitably spat wise about various rock and roll outfits. I remember him becoming insolent with me for challenging the brilliance of Jimi Hendrix one time (he was two years my elder, so by the time I came around to appreciate Hendrix around my senior year, he was not around to hear of my newfound wisdom).
The most remarkable time spent with Seth was director of photography on our mutual friend Don's film "The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret." He was one of the actors, and not particularly stand-out if I recall. What i do remember, however, was that he was perpetually amusing the rest of the group and diffusing situations with his Cartman impersonation, saying "I love you" as cartman in the strangest times.
Anyway. I'm not trying to pretend that I was very close with Seth, but this certainly reminds me of my own mortality. I dated his sister's best friend for about six months, so I remember his wariness of me in that aspect, which I always respected--"Why are you dating her? You're not good enough for my sisters best friend" sort of thing. He was a good guy, and the world is at a deficit for his loss... whether or not I have sufficient first hand experience to convey that well to the reading community.
I'd say rest in peace, but it seems so cliche its almost insulting nowadays... so instead:
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
The most remarkable time spent with Seth was director of photography on our mutual friend Don's film "The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret." He was one of the actors, and not particularly stand-out if I recall. What i do remember, however, was that he was perpetually amusing the rest of the group and diffusing situations with his Cartman impersonation, saying "I love you" as cartman in the strangest times.
Anyway. I'm not trying to pretend that I was very close with Seth, but this certainly reminds me of my own mortality. I dated his sister's best friend for about six months, so I remember his wariness of me in that aspect, which I always respected--"Why are you dating her? You're not good enough for my sisters best friend" sort of thing. He was a good guy, and the world is at a deficit for his loss... whether or not I have sufficient first hand experience to convey that well to the reading community.
I'd say rest in peace, but it seems so cliche its almost insulting nowadays... so instead:
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl