Monday, December 17, 2012

Tommy Linkous ... We remember!


We each busied ourselves … packing … readying for our journey. Anne leaned against the doorsill and said, “I wish I could think of an incident that really says how I feel right now … how I feel about Tommy”.

It made us think … about incidents … like graffiti on a schoolhouse wall

… an incident … an incident that says it all …an incident that was a life.

 A life scrolled, carved, spewed and painted across the nearest abandoned wall for one and all to see.

A life reveled for its highs and its lows …

A life exhibited for all its joy and sadness in frenzied stokes of the artist’s brush …

Exhibited in shades of black and white and tempered by the warm red hues of the artist’s love of life and family … gently tying it all together.

We thought of Tommy and we thought of that graffiti wall.

And then

… the word “crazy” popped into my mind. And I remembered a song by Seal on the radio tonight … Crazy.

The words go something like this:

And through a fractal on a breaking wall,
I see you my friend, and touch your face again.
Miracles will happen as we trip.

But we're never gonna survive, unless...
We get a little crazy

But we're never gonna survive, unless...
We get a little crazy

And we thought of Tommy … and remembered!