This is a fantastic piece, my friend. Aside from the last stanza, this reads like it could be an ode to many of the musicians who died tragic deaths in the thralls of depression (Kurt Cobain, Layne Staley... just to name a couple). I'm sure his drumming will play on in your head forever Jay. This is not the first tribute of yours that I have read, you really have a knack for it! I'm sure Mr. Hester would shed a tear for this piece... excellent write!
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win, but We're not running, we're not running
Jay I llistened to Crowded house all holiday thanks to you and I now am a big fan. I can see how their music touched you so much. This is a beautiful tribute, the feeling you poured into this piece of poetryis phenominal and I feel your sadness but your admiration. Ker xxxx
sometimes people really do touch us Jay, in ways we don't even realize ourselves until something happens and they are no longer part of our lives except on their recordings.. for me Michael Jackson was this way..
Being a "part time" drummer myself, I know from a drummers point of view sometimes you feel like an outsider to the rest on the band. While they are working on melodies and stanzas, drummers sit there with a tempo already mapped out in their heads and try and feel part a band that could really exist without them.. So yes, a drummers chair is a lonely place.
Really enjoyed this tribute.
Dreams do come true, you just have to have faith in them.