From former friend/drummer of Dill, John Androsky:
200 year old native fishing trail crossroads along the Skeena River.
I was walking along this trail down to the Skeena with a friend singing, “Mud stuck deep in the treads of my boots with an old friend as my guide/ as the sun wrapped round my head that day to embrace the parting sky/ oh,oh hey Mr. Mountain hey Mr. Mountain/ I don’t know where I’ve been/ somewhere lost in the city’s lights/ but here I’m home again. . .” on August 1st during a much needed 5 day break.
I’ve never forgotten the laughs and days of band-aid boy and the bass player with the uncanny ferry karma.
He remains in my mind as the amazing gifted artist the I had the pleasure/injury to work and laugh with.
I’ll be saying a prayer tonight. Thank you for passing along the word.