
Surrounded by his greatest passion
I was in the Catskill mountains this past weekend at the daughter’s wedding of a great friend. Bryan passed away April 6th, 2009 after a long battle with liver disease and I’ve managed to avoid writing this post because I didn’t really want to cement it in. But after seeing his daughter come across the field towards the alter like an angel I figured I’d better get my act together and write a proper tribute to a remarkable soul.
Bryan really wanted to make that wedding - to be by his daughter’s side but I think he was anyway, because she said she felt him walk beside her crossing the field. And we felt him to.
We lost not only a great drummer, but a great friend - who taught me some valuable lessons - or tried to teach me as I’m still working on them. Anybody that knew Bryan was touched by him. He always saw the positive in people and situations, never dwelt on negativity and moved in a quiet & gentle way - except for drum solos - those he ate with abandon.
I considered him a fellow music rat - sometimes when we’d be playing together, and we’d be down in the pocket of the music, when you’re just letting the music flow thru you, and nothing else matters, and you’re having the most fun you can ever have, we’d look over at each and grin. We shared the music secret.
He lived in constant pain for months before he died but never complained, still kept up his wry sense of humour and both optimistically & fiercely held on as long as he could to this existence. He was and still is an inspiration to me. So when I get moody or frustrated when things go awry, I think what would Bryan do - and that keeps me honest. I was mad at him for leaving this plane but it was time. He’d learned what he needed to learn.
I dreamed of him a few months past, we were having a phone conversation and he was telling me that things were going well and that he was quite busy - I asked him what it was like - and he said, it was an interesting format. I’m not sure if Buddhists get different realms than we do but it sounds like he’s slid in just fine. : )
So farewell to a one of a kind & fellow music rat - someone who definitely learned to beat to his own drum.