attempting to mix the @stormylovechild EP with no help from this guy
baby girl 🖤
nothing but love for @connorlangehair at @bobandpaigesalon
I love you @_fred_mg
Enough fucking around.
Let's do this.
I know these things are never in the plan. Always a shock. I am still a bit in denial, to be honest. A part of me expects one day to just get a call that you've landed in Toronto again from the Phillipines and I should come see you at Tita Carolle's house.
I didn't realize that deep down I had this secret belief that you were some magical being and would just live forever, even if science and logic told me otherwise. I mean, I don't think I saw you ever eat a salad and you still kept on kicking through many years with a smile on your face. My inner kids are freaking out right now not knowing what way is up or down. "But who's gonna take care of me when I'm sick and give me Inka coffee? Who am I going to listen to sing to me and play piano for me? Who's going to give me chocolate bars? Who's gonna hang out with me and watch movies that are way too inappropriate for me like Double Impact? Who's going to show me the ways of the world like rolling lumpia and picking chicken from the bones for chicken salad?" And me, the adult, just trying to hold it together and resume my day to day responsibilities. But it feels like I am sort of lost in a fog and going through the motions. And also, I have so many questions about you and your life that will never get answered.
You raised me. You are why I am the way I am in so many ways. You showed me how music could make me feel and how you should never keep it inside. (And I mean, never.) Whoever got serenaded by you, especially on their birthday, should count their lucky stars. And I have been, many times. Also, those who have been in your presence as you pounded the piano with such passion, in the only key you knew, C major, are very lucky too. Me included. I loved when we'd share the piano bench and I'd just jam on the top half as you did your thing, using the sustain pedal only as a time keeper. Hey, whatever works.
I do know that the last few times I saw you, I took them as my last. I knew you were aging and weakening and your mind was slowly going. I held you and kissed you and hugged you whenever I could, I spoke lovingly and softly and sweetly. (Con't in comments... ⬇️⬇️)