
Scot Halpin died on February 9th . He and I had been friends sense grade school. He was most famously known for his playing with The Who in 1973 during their Quadraphinia tour. He had been an artist all his adult life and had made his living traveling in the art fair circut. I flew to Iowa, where we all grew up, and then traveled to Indiana, where Scot lived, with our friend Steve Teraberry, to spend some time with his family and get together with old friends from around the country.
So it seems as though i have been doing a lot of thinking and dreaming at night after Scot died. I couldn't describe it and it was becoming frustrating but i finally can up with a metaphor for how i have been feeling. It seems to be all about memory and memories. I think of shared memories as if two or more people are tethered together like a kite and you are both keeping the string taught because it belongs to both of you. When one person leaves the string starts to flap out of control and fall. sIo you have to real it in and it become only yours.
I wrote a song that started with notes i made on my trip and turned into wondering about the sun and how I am so much more conscience of it and where it is in the sky. I also realized how much the particular light influences a memory.