I wish crying was still cathartic, but it is not.
Someone asked me if I ever, for just one moment, forget. No, I never do.
Tonight your death has been fresh and brand new. Like the first day.
Someone asked me if I'm looking forward to the benefit concert Monday night. I am not. I am grateful, but I am not looking forward to it. It will be a difficult night for me. I usually attend concerts with you, or to see you play. All of the artists you've played with will be playing- but not you. This will be hard to understand.
How many years have I sat in the back of dark clubs listening and waiting for your quick smile in my direction.
This will be the last concert I attend for you Dan.
But in the years ahead, I think if I'm folding laundry, or sitting at an office job, or driving Audrey to school- whatever I'm doing- I'll be there- on Bleeker or Ludlow- sitting in the back right-hand corner, on the black cafe chair- sipping a soda or a glass of wine, watching you play.