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Memories

22 Mar

“Hey Honey, How was coffee?”

“Pretty good, I met a really neat guy today, he’s a programmer and a musician. I had my back to him and he mistook me for his drummer because of my hair. We sat and talked for quite a while.”

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“I saw Hugh again today at coffee, You really should come meet him.”

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We had a table. It was our table. We would sit there for hours at the coffee shop. We would talk about music and programming. We joked and laughed and shared our lives each day. They created a business at our table. We created a friendship at our table. We shared our deepest thoughts and even, on occasion, our deepest feelings. Mike and Hugh would bring their guitars and play whatever they felt like.

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One day we took a trip to San Pedro. Hugh wanted to show us a music store he loved, that his son, Chris worked at. We had a blast. We played around with all the instruments in the store, laughed and had a great time. We spent hours there. Mike had taken a liking to a Dean bass guitar while there, and also an amplifier. Mike decided to purchase the amplifier, and was going to come back later to get it. As we were walking out the store it appeared Hugh had made a purchase too. “Here ya go,” he said, nonchalantly as he handed the dean guitar to Mike.

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I had just had outpatient ankle surgery. When I came home I proceeded to lose consciousness and fell flat on my face and split my chin open. Mike didn’t want to leave me. Hugh stopped by to visit and brought butterfly bandages to help me put my chin back together, but when he saw the wound, he suggested I get stitches. It’s a good thing too, I wouldn’t have gone and I needed 5 stitches.

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Every so often we would rent a practice studio for a few hours and play, loudly, to our hearts content. Sometimes they would play things already written, other times they would just play whatever notes they felt like. A few times I would bring my mic with me and sing along. It was beautiful to be a part of it.

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Hugh was always there to help if we needed him. He was always there to joke with, talk business with, rant with, and to share our joys and our sorrows. Hugh was always there. He was an amazing father and role-model to his children. He would tell us stories of when his boys were younger and the practical jokes he would play on them and the things they would do to get back at him.

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Hugh was humble. One day, while talking about embarrassing situations, he happened to let it slip that he had played with Graham Nash back in the 80′s. As it turned out he toured with him and even played with him on the Tonight Show. He was an amazing guitarist. He played with grace and ease. He also had a way with mixing music, and adding exactly what he knew was needed. His abilities were unmatched. You would have never known it just by talking to the guy. He always made you feel special, like you were the one with the great talent. He encouraged you and cheered you on every day.

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You are missed. You are loved. Rest in Peace, my dear friend.

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Posted by on March 22, 2012 in Random Stuff

 

2 responses to “Memories

  1. tylervegas

    March 22, 2012 at 10:41 pm

    That was amazing Kelly. Memories like that are some of the greatest treasures anyone can give us. *huggles you tight*

     
  2. Maria Levenson

    March 22, 2012 at 11:46 pm

    When my mom died, I was feeling so alone. I’d come to my daily visit to Starbucks, and Hugh was there. I said something about how I hadn’t been physically able to mourn, and Hugh quietly opened up about the loss of his son. I could see it was painful for him, yet I think he knew it was something I needed. Every time I’d see him I’d say, “Hey Hugh!”, and he would reply, “Hey You!”.

    I remember one day that someone had spelled his name wrong on his coffee cup, and I think our little group spend a good part of that time thinking of different ways to spell Hugh!

    I’m still in shock, and I can’t stop crying. Even though I hadn’t seen him in a while, he was still someone I considered a good friend, and I will miss him very much.

    His stories made me laugh, especially the one about the guy, I think it was in his hometown, who robbed the sandwich shop, but not for money, but for bread rolls! A lot of it, or the guy who wanted to smoke pot, and instead of weed, someone rolled dead flies.

    He was a man who, although I’d known for about 4 years, I felt like I’d known him all my life, and am proud to say he was my friend.

     

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