a good man
i've been a bit distracted lately, with some personal stuff which i choose not to write about here. and i thought i had gotten well, but that stupid cold came back and now i can't seem to shake it.
anyway, i'm decloaking because i got some sad news over the weekend, via my BFF from high school. brendan mullen died last week.
he was never one of my bfs or anything like that. not even someone i would call a friend. like, i wouldn't have invited him to my birthday party, cuz he probably didn't even know my name, even tho he saw me a couple of times a week for a couple of years. but i knew him. and i spent considerable time around him as a teenager. because of my very wonderful bf who was a caretaker/squatter down in the original masque. (something about which i've written before, around the time when the masque photobook came out.)
anyway, i wasn't that tight with brendan, not BFFs or anything. but i knew him. and he was a good man. he may not have intended to do so, but he made a whole wonderful world and space and scene and creative crucible down in that stinky cellar. and tho he could be tough, mostly he was kind and generous and compassionate. and fiercely intelligent and witty and good-natured. he was just a fundamentally decent fellow. like i said, a good man. and i liked and respected him a great deal. and i am so very sorry and so very sad that he is gone.
and i went to look for a suitable punk rock clip, of something or someone playing one of those early masque shows. but something inside me wants to post an UA song instead, to go with this entry. words are here, tho the verse order is slightly different in this live.
and an interesting footnote: i considered posting this plaintive acapella, which i ultimately decided against, and learned that she wrote and recorded that song, 'yuganda taiyo/twisted sun' with johnny fingers from the boomtown rats. it's sort of a nice little synchronicity, ne?
anyway, i'm decloaking because i got some sad news over the weekend, via my BFF from high school. brendan mullen died last week.
he was never one of my bfs or anything like that. not even someone i would call a friend. like, i wouldn't have invited him to my birthday party, cuz he probably didn't even know my name, even tho he saw me a couple of times a week for a couple of years. but i knew him. and i spent considerable time around him as a teenager. because of my very wonderful bf who was a caretaker/squatter down in the original masque. (something about which i've written before, around the time when the masque photobook came out.)
anyway, i wasn't that tight with brendan, not BFFs or anything. but i knew him. and he was a good man. he may not have intended to do so, but he made a whole wonderful world and space and scene and creative crucible down in that stinky cellar. and tho he could be tough, mostly he was kind and generous and compassionate. and fiercely intelligent and witty and good-natured. he was just a fundamentally decent fellow. like i said, a good man. and i liked and respected him a great deal. and i am so very sorry and so very sad that he is gone.
and i went to look for a suitable punk rock clip, of something or someone playing one of those early masque shows. but something inside me wants to post an UA song instead, to go with this entry. words are here, tho the verse order is slightly different in this live.
Click to viewand an interesting footnote: i considered posting this plaintive acapella, which i ultimately decided against, and learned that she wrote and recorded that song, 'yuganda taiyo/twisted sun' with johnny fingers from the boomtown rats. it's sort of a nice little synchronicity, ne?